DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, j And the winter winds are wearily | sighing; J Toll ye the church-bell said' and slow, ! And tread softly, and speak low. For the Old Year lies a dying. Old Year, you must not die! You came to u? so readily, You lived with us so steadily. Old Year, you shall not die! He lieth still—he doth not move — ] He will not see the dawn of day; 'He hath no other life above — f He gave me a friend and true true- | love. And the New Year will take 'em away, Old Year, you must not go! So long have you been with us. Such joy as you have seen with us, Old Year, you shall not go! How hard he breathes! over the snow. I heard just now the crowing cock: The shadows flicker to and fro; The cricket chirps; the lights burn low; ■"fis nearly one o'clock.. Shake hands, before you die! Old Year, we'll dearly rue for you: What is it we can do for you? Speak out before you die! —Tennvson.
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Otaki Mail, 6 January 1922, Page 4
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