Show am ar A hil a ian V a farewell FAR FAREWELL E WELL TO THE OLD old year thy life lie s well nigh ap spent t thy fea feet are tottering and slow t 10 thy hoary head cad with age ident is bent the time is is here for thee to go already in th froin frogren snow A lonely gfa grave is made for thee the winds a are r e ch chanting inting dirges low f upon the 1 land and ald ad on the sea old year thoi tf a friend to some to some thou wert of worth untold thy days were blessings every one more lore precious fir fay than shining golds but unto others thou a foe 1 did prove thyself an enemy I 1 relentless as jhc thc chains of woe As AB ruthless astha maddened maddon ed sea IL 1 V some will rejoice to know thee the dead others will r mourn thee ps as fi a friend some will look back on thee with dreads others their theia praises to thee lend I 1 neither offer oner praise non blame f old year borwhat for what you brought to me acy for unto arne hoboth b oi h joy y and pain it your active hands gave lavi lavishly I 1 thy solemn death hour bour draws am nigh a m agh and harki I 1 hear bear thy funeral knell the darkened skyer sky slow pealing through i A f farewell old year farewell fare farewell welli t I 1 hail TO thetney hail I 1 hail I 1 theeO to ro virgin virgin year I 1 not yet a days length on thy throne thou with the merry cy 3 and clear and joyous voice of dulcet tone hail hail I 1 to thee thou strong of limb our praise is thine 0 youthful king for thou art pure of woe and sin thy young hands yet but blessings bring t the monarch wh chois ii laid away within the batac catac catacomb amb of years was harsh and ruthless in his day seemed less to love our joys than teats tears t we look for blessings manifold new year from thy pure sinless tand hand t we trust thy hr hatwill twill I 1 will ne nc 0 er grow cold colca a e 1 nd aw 41 4 bring fidali healing ng to the hearts now sore from wounds the cael cruel old year badet madet mad the veil of peacefulness draw 0 ocr cr the boea woes at each heart threshold laid we cannot love a tyrant kingl king our hearts refuse to loyal dyal be to one who takes delight to fling upon our hearts keen wise misery arl be kind to us that we my say isay 1 M when hen comes the time for thee chec to g go py 0 0 darling year we grieve because we all have loved thee tee sot sol |