

4 a FAREWELL TO THE YEAR.
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FROM THE SPANISH OF LOUIS BAsrLoN.
Hark! friends, it strikes the years last hour.


A solemn sound 10 hear; t's,s..ss
Come, fill the cup, and let us pour ssa
Our blessings on the parting year,


The years that were, the dim, the gray, ts
Receive this night with choral hymn, t
A sister shade as lost as they, A
3 And soon to be as grey and dim;
Fill high; she brought us both of veal and w0,
And nearer lies the land to which we 60.
On, on, in one unwearied round, @H


Old time pursues his way, sa,s
Groves, bud and blossom and the ground


Expects in peace her yellow prey;


The oaks broad leaf, the roses bloom.


Together fell, together lie, iii a0a sa Il
And undistinguished in the tomb,
#G Howe'ef they lived, are all that die;
3 Gold, beauty, knightly sword, and royal crown,
To the same sleep SO shorn and withered down.
How short the rapid months appear


Since round this board We met,


To welcome In the infant year,


Whose star hath now forever set


Alas as round this board look, siig I


think on more than behold,
For glossy cnrls In gfadness shook


That night, that now are damp and cod



Peace to her slumbers, drown your tears in wine
Thank heaven, no seer unblest am !, ~ 3kaial
Before the time to tell, ss 8 s
When moons as brief once more go by,
Nte8 For whom this cup again shall swell.
The hoary mower strides apace, @ ts7t


Nor crops alone the ripened ear, syt n :
And we may miss the merriest face
d8 Among WI 'gainst another year:
Whoe'er survive, be kind assWe have been, aA
And think of friends that sleep beneath the greer
Nay, droop not being is not breath; aiia1 9E


'T'is fate that friends must part, eet
!, But God will bless in life, in death, 4s9 aN


The noble soul tho gentle heart. $500 adf
So deeds be Just and words be true, 4 ae,,,.y 5b
gsgg We need not shrink from natures rule m
The tomb. 20 dark to mortal view, NJ /,
bs Is heavens own blessed cstibule,
And solemn, but not sad; this wine shalf dow,
Though nearer lies the land to which we co.