The Dying Year

List to the bell. as it solemnly tolls The kin 11 of the dying year! Varled the lanUtige it t-peaks to our souls, Varied the notes we hear. To the heart of the merry, Innocent ehild It t-peak wiih a ritiKiiiK sound, Of the day8 with childish ports beguüed. Of mauy a new joy found. To theyouth who has burned the midnlght oil On future lame intent, WUh exultant tones it speaks of loil, Of eneig es well spent. With an ominnus Toice it Rreets the ear Of an anxious, care worn man, As he bitlerly thiuksol a fruulebs year, Of many a mib laid plan. O'er many a disappointed heart It iweeps with a u.ocktni; sound ; Oh ! that each mem'ry with poi&oneil dart In Lethe might be drowned. A walcher sits by a couch of pain- In the clear mid-winter uloaui ; List, oh ! list to that -ad refraln- Ab it whisperB, "Child, come home ! " Out on the waves of the mystic sea That wa.-hes the "Farther Siiore" A soul is sailing. triumphanüy Kings out the bell once more ! Ah! varied the languageit speaks to oursoule This be 1 with iis tunes 60 clear ; Then list ! 10 it notes as it solemnly tolls The kuell of the dying year !