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Lament Of The Old Year

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Parent Issue
Day
29
Month
December
Year
1887
Copyright
Public Domain
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Ala I my time has nearly come; I'm weak añil weary, and cold and numb. And sad and sour, and oross and glum, And the world looks dark and drear; I'm short of breath, so I pant and wheeze. And shiver and shake, and cough and sneeze; My llmbs creak mournfully in the bréese- For I am the poor Oíd Year. Twelve months ago I was young and fair; I ruled the world wlth a regal alr, And every one welcomed me, here and there. Without a frown or a tear. The boys and gtrla hurrahed for me, And I was as happy as happy could be; The world around was fair to see- For I was the glad New Year. The merry thrush and the bold cuckoo Gave me a song and a weloome true ; The white puccoon and the violet blue Peeped shyly lnto my face ; The tulip gave her rich perfume, The larkspur waved her azure plume, The red rose opened her velvet bloom, My royal court to graee. The brooklet burst lts ioy bond, The fern uncoiled her greenest frond, The daisy waved her yellow wand, To give me welcome meet; And summer brought her glowlng days, Herbearded wheat and golden malze; The wild bee hummed a song of pralse, And sipped the clover's sweet. Then autum poured her ruddy wine, And shook the cluster from the vine. And dropped the needies from the pine, To scatter on my path ; The milk-weed burst her silky pod, The partridge piped from the turfy sod. And queen-of-tbe-meadow and golden-rod Bloomed gay in the aftermath. But, now, alas ! my time has come; I'm weak and weary, and oold and numb, And sour and sad, and cross and glum, And the world is dark and drear; No blossoms spring as I pass along, No warbler sings me a welcome song; But the bells ring out a merry ding-dong. To welcome another year.

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Subjects
Old News
Ann Arbor Register