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First Line: What is the old year? 'tis a book
Last Line: Close it and lay it in god's hand.
Subject(s): Holidays; New Year


What is the old year? 'Tis a book
On which we backward fondly look,
Not willing, quite, that it should close,
For leaves of violet and rose
Within its heart are thickly strewn,
Marking Love's dawn and golden noon;
And turned-down pages, noting days
Dimly recalled through Memory's haze;
And tear-stained pages, too, that tell
Of starless nights and mournful knell
Of bells that toll through troubled air
The De Profundis of despair;
The laugh, the tear, the shine, the shade,
All 'twixt the covers gently laid,
No leaves uncut, no page unscanned --
Close it and lay it in God's hand.





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