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On The New Year.

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Fate now allows us,     'Twixt the departing     And the upstarting,     Happy to be;     And at the call of     Memory cherish'd,     Future and perish'd     Moments we see.     Seasons of anguish,     Ah, they must ever     Truth from woe sever,     Love and joy part;     Days still more worthy     Soon will unite us,     Fairer songs light us,     Strength'ning the heart.     We, thus united,     Think of, with gladness,     Rapture and sadness,     Sorrow now flies.     Oh, how mysterious     Fortune's direction!     Old the connection,     New-born the prize!     Thank, for this, Fortune,     Wavering blindly!     Thank all that kindly     Fate may bestow!     Revel in change's     Impulses clearer,     Love far sincerer,     More heartfelt glow!     Over the old one,     Wrinkles collected,     Sad and dejected,     Others may view;     But, on us gently     Shineth a true one,     And to the new one     We, too, are new.     As a fond couple     'Midst the dance veering,     First disappearing,     Then reappear,     So let affection     Guide thro' life's mazy     Pathways so hazy     Into the year!

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