Poems (Pizey)/Lines written on New Year's Day
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LINESWRITTEN ON NEW YEAR'S DAY—1815.
Another year is gone, for ever gone!
How many of my comforts too are fled!
A twelvemonth back how fair arose this morn,
How bright the joys that glitter'd round my head!
How many of my comforts too are fled!
A twelvemonth back how fair arose this morn,
How bright the joys that glitter'd round my head!
No cloud of sorrow then o'ercast the day,
I thought not of the ills that were in store,
And had I known how thorny was my way,
I must have sunk with grief, long, long before,
I thought not of the ills that were in store,
And had I known how thorny was my way,
I must have sunk with grief, long, long before,
But God is merciful, his ways are just,
And he in pity hides our future fate,
Remembers always that we are but dust,
And bids us life enjoy ere yet too late.
And he in pity hides our future fate,
Remembers always that we are but dust,
And bids us life enjoy ere yet too late.
Alas! how many moments too are gone,
For ever gone, unheeded, thrown away,
To register in heaven are they flown,
And stand before me at the judgment day.
For ever gone, unheeded, thrown away,
To register in heaven are they flown,
And stand before me at the judgment day.
How many actions of my life are past,
Which, ah! how gladly would I now recal,
How many opportunities are lost,
How many vain regrets my heart appal.
Which, ah! how gladly would I now recal,
How many opportunities are lost,
How many vain regrets my heart appal.
Let me reflect while health and strength are mine,
Let me improve the moments as they fly,
And make each quickly fleeting hour of time,
My surest passport to eternity.
Let me improve the moments as they fly,
And make each quickly fleeting hour of time,
My surest passport to eternity.