From the New-York Standard.
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From the New-YOrk Stanuaro.

 THE PARTING YEAR. pour no sad farewell to thee

 Thou parting year, wreathed thy cradle merrily, For the promise of joyous d.ys to be,

 And wreaths shall deck thy bier. Why should we sigh for such as thou

 While hearts are warmf Thy sunny days are over now, cannot love that withered brow,

 With its chilly shade and storm. Iblest thee for the Summer hours, That came in giee, And dancing str, ans, and rosy bowers, But thou hast trampled 0n the flowers.

 And now farewell to thee. Yet will hid thee peace, thou year,

 For what has been, For though thy fower-de,k'd paths are scar Yet hearts are clinging round us here,

 Iii all their summer green. And no unkind farewell, cold one,

 As thus we part, We'll hang pledge thy brow upon, To the memory of the lov'd oits gone,

 And the true ones, heart by heart.