The Dead And The New Year

With soleran stroke and hIov, The gre&t clock strikes the blow That seáis the cloóixig yeari And whilt' the hollow sound Sweeps all the city round. Falls many a sigrh'and tear. Tears tor gome predom daad, Sífilis ovr some treanures flVd. Both from the breaking heart ! ''Oh thou relenttesa year, To what far-distant sphero Dost thou from fiirth departí" 1 spalï and thought to trace The öylng yeax'a wild ract, By niodorn loro or art. The dead year answered not - And baokward feil my thonght, To pieive me like a dart. Hut at my side I see The young year'H majesty, Huslit'd with the morniiiK'-s dawn, '■Tril me thou ycar." T rry. "How dost thou propheBj ? What lot for me hast drawnv " To my low ory hr said: "Ijft up thy drooping head, Nor let wild fear dismay. "For whlle I may not teil What in my months may dweil, ThiK I may kindly say: MHoweer thy life may run, With prizee lost or won, ïaoe give I thee to-day." Theu from the far-oiT sky Fell forth some angels rry. In fadiiiL: Chrintmaa Kj : ■■(lox-y to the Kiniï new born, Glory to tile New Yeará mom, Peace to the world to-day." "Today. Imt how to - morro wï Has that lts cup of BOlTOWt" But all the year would say. lAtting his yonog wlngs to soar: "I can teil uo more, no more - Peaoe be to thee to-day.