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Show mm ; . Kg ! A' NEW YEARS THOUGHTS. m m HI W 11 ! frile ljassm of the old year Is a solemn mo- Ha: 'fl1 ment; It recalls visions and vagaries of B W H tlie days tlm" navo gone and flashes upon us the Hi , jf! first flush of new illusions. mm ja ! We know that we shall suffer the old defeats Big l a and the old disenchantments; we know that again Hm: P W, we shall write rhapsodies to the red lips that HI l . i hired us but yesterday and then turned our heart HH ! 1 t0 aSnes with a bitter word: we know ti.at we Hi Id! if shall fashion wreaths for the white brows of new m, qVi friends and that tears will leap to our hearts when B ) i! we learn that we have been worshipping inferior Hjfj i''ii gods, even as we have worshipped before and Ri i j ! j Jost in the dear dead year; we icnow we shall lis- iBlSM fBi ten as before to the immemorable cadences of twi- Bi' B light which we thought a sympathy breathed from i' M ! II Move-warm hearts of aerial wanderers; and we K' jlj Jgj . know that the melody will fade away in a mourn- V 1 1 fnl i ful dirge in the dawn of the bitter day of disen- B liij chantment; we know that when tor one vivid roo- B I ; ment Ave are graced with a vision of the Olympian B , ' ffl heights, the bays which we had won through all B : all the long and arduous days will wither in one B ! , H glance from false eyes we had loved to look upon B 1H or the touch of an alien hand; we shall see again B I i w glimpses of radiant light which snail look like B I1 JB the luster of approaching immortal stars; we !" 5i know that the light shall fail and we shall awake IHI alone,' and with only the vision of the talons of f8l despair above the strewn illusions of the vanished mmm ' S 8 year. H i And yet we hope again in the grave and mem- H i I orable moment when the old year folds around H J ! Ml his fragile form his flowing robes and with his H ( Vfl unspeakable secrets disappears into the great H' '" 'wb White Spaces; we cannot but think that the new B i VaB lights of the new-born year are glowing upon a Hi rWL 8lie11 strewn shore; and in our hearts there is the H '! "Jm llope at however bleak the days, the voices we hear calling us like lordly paeans into the new life will load us far from the dark ways where are sepultured the dead loves and the dead hopes of the year that is gone. N. |