Sonnet XLII.
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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