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NEW YEAR FANCIES.
Time's belfry trembles with another knell!Another year hath vanished like the snow
That wastes beneath young April's melting glance.
The forest, naked to the lightest twig,
Is now a mournful instrument of sound,
From which the blast, a wild performer, calls
Mysterious music, swaying its old boughs,
And a deep Spirit Voice in unison
Chants this wild hymn, in memory of the lost.
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