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For half the New Year's shining grace
Should deck thy form and light thy face;

Within his golden summer hours,
Thy seed will bloom in fruit and flowers,

And half his glow of life will shine
Lit by the soul and strength of thine.

O Coming Guest! Upon thy face
Let tender sadness find a place;

For half the old year's weight of care
Will cloud thy brow and blanch thy hair;

The grief that crushed his broken will
Must cloud thy heaven of gladness still,

And every pang his soul hath known,
Will flash through time to pierce thine own.

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Fade with thy freight of memories fond
O Year! to seek the land beyond.