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Show NEW YEAR SONNET. How near together draw the New Year days, When to the East ourshadows turn and grow How less of warmth comes in the bright sun's rays, How grows the chill as 'round us falls the snow. 'Tis Nature's way: When Autumn's- grains and fruit Are garnered, then 'tis bed-time for the world. Birds southward fly, the singing brooks grow mute, The em'rald banner of the trees are furled. Strange If when man, o'erwearied, falls asleep There Is no waking from the slumber deep. C. C. G. |