EVERY YEAR.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VII, Issue 10, 7 March 1891, Page 2

EVERY YEAR.

Ah ! how sad to look before us Every year; While the cloud grows darker o’er us Every year. When the blossoms are all faded, That to bloom we might have aided And immortal garlands braided Every year. To the past go more dead faces Every year ; Come no new ones in their places Every year. Everywhere the sad eyes meet us, In the coming dusk they greet us, And to come to them entreat us Every year. * You are growing old,’ they tell us Every year; ‘ You are moie alone,’ they tell us Every year. ‘ You can win no new affection ; You have only recollection, Deeper sorrows and dejection, Every year. ’ Yes, the shores of life are shifting Every year; And w.e are seaward drifting Every year. Old places changing fret us, The living more forget us, There are fewer to regret us Every year. But the truer life draws nigher Every year ; And its morning star climbs higher Every year; Earth’s hold on us grows slighter, And the heavy burden lighter, And the dawn immortal brighter Every yean Thank God, no clouds are shifting Every year O’er the land to which we’re drifting Every year ; No losses there will grieve us, Nor loving faces leave us, Nor death of friends bereave us Every year.