Old And New

Whftt will the New Year bc to me- Likc it9 first day, clear and bright? This year till whose coming I vigil kept, Watchlag.anci xraiting wiiiU othere slept, Till the two years met in the night. Will this year hring mea precious gift, Ere it measurcs its lenpcth of days? Shall I win the goal that I long have onght, And content in the work my hands have wroughi Toil on in the workVs hard wayef %VTiat will the New Ynar bring to me? Whftt the years have brouiht before, Days of labor and days of rest, Days when the heart with care oppressed, Shall ycarn for the strife to be o'er; Days when life will seem fair to me, as I think not of care or pain; Days when the soul will be blithe and brave, And the hot blood leap like a storiuy wave, Froni passionate heart to eager brain; Days full many when life will keep lts slow. hionotonous way, When I shall look back on the fair days past, Knowiug their sunshine too bright to last, Then think of an endless day? Tlrus sped the Okl Year's days for me. And what werc the gifts it brought? Bright liope that nerer fulfiUment saw. Because they claahed with life's hidden law, And work with an earnest purpose fraught. - Leisure Jíour.