Anotlier page of Tlrae's great book Is turned. Our eager, auxious look, Fixed upon the new leaf fast, Kssays lo read the future's cast; Woald know what Fortune has in Btore- 1 1 ïnil in for xliühiK recelved before, Or chili, and adverse w'nds to bllgbt A happy life; to slnk in Ninht The Sun oí Hope thatstood so high, Awhlle aso, athwart Llfe's sky. Will til' New Year briug usjoy or pain ? Snall Love or Hate In our hcarts relKii, Witli glad or glooray sway, wlille Time Adds onenew uote to Xature'a chime Í The page Is mute. No word nor slgn Uetray8 tlie presenceofa line! The lalse is hid ; conceaïed tlie true, The wlille the Kutes our potlons brew.