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Sonnet XLII.

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Lo! the YEAR's FINAL DAY! - Nature performs         Its obsequies with darkness, wind, and rain;         But Man is jocund. - Hark! th' exultant strain         From towers and steeples drowns the wintry storms!      No village spire but to the cots and farms,         Right merrily, its scant and tuneless peal         Rings round! - Ah! joy ungrateful! - mirth insane!         Wherefore the senseless triumph, ye, who feel      This annual portion of brief Life the while         Depart for ever? - Brought it no dear hours         Of health and night-rest? - none that saw the smile      On lips belov'd? - O! with as gentle powers         Will the next pass? - Ye pause! - yet careless hear         Strike these last Clocks, that knell th' EXPIRING YEAR!      Dec. 31st, 1782.

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