Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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NEWYEAR.
Another year has flown!— what means this year,Or what this idle phrase with which I break
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This year? what boots how many days there are?
Let's take its measure in the heart— aye there,
Alas! 'tis oft a baseless dream, the wake
Of a Bird thro' the Air: save by the Ache,
And vain Regret it leaves, as if it ne'er
Had been! 'tis then indeed gone by, and flown
Recallessly: no Gooddeeds which, like flowers,
Smell sweet, long after they are past and blown,
And leave behind them ripened seeds for hours
Of future bliss: but when the soul has known
To use it well, past Time is still our own!
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