EOm the Boston Recorder {, Telegraph. t JANUARY 1, 1928.
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 Fleetly hath passed the year. The seasons came Duly as they are wont, ,---the gentle Spring, And the delicious Summer, and the cool, Rich Autumn with the nodding of the grain, And Winter like an old and hoary man Frosty and stitf--and are chroncled.

 We have read gladness in the new green leaf And in the frst-bown violets; We have drank Cool water of the rock, aad in the shade Sunk to the noon-tide slumber; we have eat The mellow fruitage of the bending tree, And girded to our pleasant wanderings When tho cool wind came freely from the hills; And when the tinting of the Autumn leaves Had faded from its glory, we had sat By the good fires of winter, and rejoic'G Over the fitness of the gather'd sheaf

 "GoD hath been very good!" 'Tis He whose hand Moulded the sunny hilIs and hoowed out The shelter of the valleys, and doth keep The fountains in their secret places cool; And it is He who leadeth up the sun, And ordereth the starry influences, And tempereth the keenness of the frost And therefore, in the plenty of the feast, And in the lifting of the cup, let HIM Have praises for the well-completed year. ROY.