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1865
O darkest Year! O brightest Year!
O changeful Year of joy and woe,
To-day we stand beside thy bier,
   Still loth to let thee go!

We look upon thy brow, and say,
"How old he is,—how old and worn!"
Has but a twelvemonth passed away
   Since thou wert newly born?

So long it seems since on the air
The joy-bells rang to hail thy birth—
And pale lips strove to call thee fair,
   And sing the songs of mirth!

For dark the heavens that o'er thee hung;
By stormy winds thy couch was rocked;
Thy cradle-hymn the Furies sung,
   While sneering Demons mocked!

We held our very breath for dread;
Shadowed by clouds, that, like a pall,
Darkened the blue sky overhead,
   And night hung over all.

But thou wert better than our fears,
And bade our land's long anguish cease
And gave us, O thou Year of years,
   The costly pearl of Peace!