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Dec. 26-31
Johnny arrives on Monday. It makes us feel the worse for seeing him for he has been with us for several years past at this time which was always meant to be one of merry making and seeing him makes the recollections of my loss all the stronger. Write to Emily, Dr. Lea and Sally and to Miss Vallant. Johnny leaves on Friday. The weather is very cold.
The Old Year's gone! I look no more
Upon its numbered days
Nor spend again departed hours
Whose shadow round me lays
I'm older now and sadder
Then I've ever been before
And the shape of many a faded joy
Comes freshly as of yore.
Upon its numbered days
Nor spend again departed hours
Whose shadow round me lays
I'm older now and sadder
Then I've ever been before
And the shape of many a faded joy
Comes freshly as of yore.
And what, old year, I ask thee what
They rolling months have borne
From off the ebbing tides of life
And left me here to mourne?
What hast thou heavy friend of mine
Stolen away from me
And "laid within the silent grave
Whose depths I cannot see?"
They rolling months have borne
From off the ebbing tides of life
And left me here to mourne?
What hast thou heavy friend of mine
Stolen away from me
And "laid within the silent grave
Whose depths I cannot see?"
All this and more -one year has brought,
What will another bring?
E'en while I pause the wirling wind
A requiem doth sing.
I'll mark it out the last day's gone
The calendar thrown by
For useless now, their work complete
The daily records fie.
What will another bring?
E'en while I pause the wirling wind
A requiem doth sing.
I'll mark it out the last day's gone
The calendar thrown by
For useless now, their work complete
The daily records fie.
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