The Death Of The Old Year

Fnll knnt'-deep lies ÜW winter fmow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing, Toll yc the churcU bell aad and alow, And tread softly and speak low, For the Old Ycar lies adying. Old Year you muBt not die; Yon oune lo us so readily, You lived with us so sieadily, Old Year you shall not die. He lieth still ; he doth not move ; He will not see tho dftwn of d;iy; He hath no othor life ábove ; Ho gave me a friend and a Irur, tnie Iove, Aud the New Year will take 'cm away. Old Year you must not o ; So long as you have been witt uh, Suoh joy an yon have seen with us ; Old Yearyou ehall not go. He froth'd his bumpers to the trim ; A iollier year we shall not pee ; But though his eyes are waxing diru, And Ihoufíh his foea spcak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old Year you eball not die j We did so laugh and cry with you ; I've half a mind to die with you, Old Year, if you must die. He was full of joke aud jest, But all his merry quips are oer, To sec hini die, acrosn the waste His Bon and heir doth ride post haste- Biït he'll be dead bef ore. F.very ono for his own, The night is starry and eold, my friend, And the New Year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take bis owti. How hard hc brcathes ! Over the snow I heard Juat now the crowing cock. The shadowA flicker to and fro ; The cricket chirps ; the light burns low ; 'Tis nearly tweive o:lock. Shake hands before you die, Old Year, we'll deurly raa tor you ; Wlmt 1b it we can do fot you? Speak out kefore you die. His face is growing sharp and thin ; Alack ! our friend is gone ; Close up his eyes ; tie up his chin ; Stop froin the corpse an(l let "im in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There 's a new foot on the floor, my fricud, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door.