1878

OLJ) YEAR. I stop to think- it seonis ao strange Another year has paflseil away; For oh ! it sccms not Iouk ago I hailed its ftrst glad rising day. Btlt he must die, as all must dio, And leavo uo mark or trace liehind, Except a name - a úseles thing Whan death you with bis cordB dot.h bind. How many hopes, how many fears, In this short spaic forever gone; How many now are lying low On whom the New ï'ear's day did dawn. How many griefs, how many joyfl, Have moved the changeful human heart; While aome will with the üld Year die, New griefs and joys with New Year start. L. A. ÜSBOKNE.