Poems (Linn)/New Year's Eve

by Edith Willis Linn

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NEW YEAR'S EVE.

IT fades, the year so briefly ours;
 It passes like a sweet song sung,
Like cadences of bells outrung
 From far-off towers.

So real we found each passing day!
 So full of hopes and joys and fears!
Their memories echo down the years,
 Then die away.

And this is life! Alas, how sad!
 So fleet, so restless, yet for me,
Safe in thy love's eternity,
 So grand, so glad!