EVERY YEAR.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XX, Issue 17, 12 February 1892, Page 13

EVERY YEAR.

I feel 'tis growing colder Every year. And my heart, alaa I gets older Every year. I can win no new affection ; I have only recollection, Deeper sorrow and dejection Every year. Of the loves and sorrows blended Every year ; Of the joys of friendship ended Every year ; Of the ties that still might bind me Until Time to Death resigned me My infirmities remind me Every year. Ah I how sad to look before us Every year, When the cloud grows darker o'er us Every year. When we see the blossoms faded That to bloom we might have aided And immortal garlands braided Every year. To the past go more dead faces Every year. As the loved leave vacant places Every year. livery where the sad eyes meet as ; In the evening's dusk they greet us, And to come to them entreat us, Every year. Yes, the shores of life are shifting Every year ; And we are seaward drifting Every year. Old pleasnres, changing, fret us The living more forget us, They 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 tie dawn immortal brighter, Every year.