ANOTHER YEAR

New Zealand Tablet, 27 December 1917, Page 9

ANOTHER YEAR

Another year passed over— Hope beaming with the new, Thus move we on—forever, on, The many and the few ; The many of our childhood days Growing fewer one by one, Till death, in duel with each life. Proclaims the last is gone. Another year—the buried past Lies in its silent grave, The stream of life flows ever on As wave leaps into wave; Another year—! who can tell What memories it may bring Of lonely hearts and tearful eye, And hope bereft of wing ? Another year— curfew rings, Fast cover up each coal; The Old Year dies, the Old Year dies, The bells its requiem toll— A Pilgrim Year has reached its shrine, The air with incense glows, The spirit of another year Comes forth from long repose. . Y