Show JUST UT F FOLKS LK 2 I L J A. A GUEST THE PASSING YEAR TEAR Soon must the old year die Already Upon its legs it ROWS grows a bit unsteady Its face turns paler and very clear Not longer will it be among us here With Wit each December death cuts off a year With each December death the old year yearS S smothers And bears it to the past with all the others And whether it brought joy oy to earth or woe wo Was sorrow laden or was good to know Like all its fellows it is doomed to go I This was a year of struggle and of trial Of heartache loss and care ear and self-denial self Yet we may learn be before ore our journeys journey's end That it is best harsh judgment to suspend Who Vho treats us worst ma max mar be our truest friend Well We'll cheer the new but therell there'll be little sighing sighing sighing sigh sigh- ing To mark the passing of the year now dying But some day looking backward we may find When we have left our troubles far behind Old three Thirty at heart was not ot unkind |