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Show What will the New Year Bring. BY FRANK B. WELCH. . The old year fades into the past, With all its Joys and sorrows, With all its barren yesterdays And all its bright to-morrows; Some hearts regret its hasty flight, Some gladly speed the parting Which banishes the sad old year, So Joyous at its starting. We bid the dying year good-by And turn, with hopes reviving, To greet the New Year coming In With promises enlivening, And as we lay aside the past In gladness or in sorrow, We reach out to the time to come And of the future borrow. What will the New Year bring to us Is weal or woe awaiting? Will fortune 6mile in kindly way or f he be berating? Could we but renb the veil of time And see beyond the presant, What would our longing eyes behold, A prospect dark or pleasent? Ah, it were well would we but take The days as they are given, And make each one a stepping stone To raise us up to Heaven ; Instead we waste the precious hours In blind and fruitless hoping, The while we in an aimless way For sordid gain are groping. The coming year will surely bring Us what soe'er we merit ; ? So if we fail to reap success We've but to grin and bear it. For what we sow that shall we reap, Such is the law unbending Which rules-our lives from day to day-Beginning day-Beginning unto ending |