Volume 2 — From The Literary Workman. A SONG OF THE YEAR.
Reading edition
Solemnly comes thy last hour, Old Year, Mercy and love were thy dower, Old Year; Though with thy gifts came the sigh or tear. Parting, we'll bless thee, Old Year, Old Year. With thy best gifts in thy hand, Old Year! Dying while blessing the land, Old Year! Welcoming Christians again, again. Joyous Old Year, how we loved thee, then! Softly thou com'st in the night, New Year! Robed all in pure virgin white, New Year! Deeds all unknown of shall fill thy days. Songs now unheard of will sound thy praise. Meeting, we fear thee almost, New Year, Welcome might sound like a boast, New Year When thou art old, like the year just past, Then let us bless thee, New Year, at last.
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