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Show r New Year's Eve By Su.an Marr Spaulding A c ANGEL of th. partln r.ar, WlnKlns back to h.uv.n thy nlsht, id th. burdun thou must bear from th. darknes. Into light: Burden of my wasted days Fragment, of my broken hour.. Budding- promise, that grew Novor Into fruit or flower.. Happiness I might have won, Wrrth? ?"d' 1 mlBht hvo wrought, Wrong. I hat., but did not shun. Oood I crave, but never .ought; -All my proud and lofty alms. Withered now to vain regret Feeble, foolish, a. th. will To no nobl. purpose .at. Talc, them all, my grlefa. my Joy.. Lay them at the Father's feet; H. will search If yet ther. be Mid the chaff som. grain of wheat. H. will fan my faint resolve. To a purer flam, and clear. Bear to heaven my heart', desire, Angel of th. parting y.arl |