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NEW YEAR'S EVE.
This is the lesson of the world: to feel
That day by day to wish is not to be,
That aspiration is not victory,
And that regret must hurt and may not heal;
That day by day to wish is not to be,
That aspiration is not victory,
And that regret must hurt and may not heal;
No change: for ever thro' the myriad years
The woods are grim in winter and green in spring,
When grain is golden comes the harvesting,
Man lives and struggles, loves and disappears.
The woods are grim in winter and green in spring,
When grain is golden comes the harvesting,
Man lives and struggles, loves and disappears.
The year goes out in silence: through the night
The solemn stars troop onward, pure, serene;
And the sad chimes in their remorseless flight
Tell the stern record of what might have been;
Is there no hope then? Nay, in heaven above
And in the earth is silence, save for love.
The solemn stars troop onward, pure, serene;
And the sad chimes in their remorseless flight
Tell the stern record of what might have been;
Is there no hope then? Nay, in heaven above
And in the earth is silence, save for love.
Addington, 1885,
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