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Show " JUST FOLKS S) 4 THE OLD YEAR. The Old Tear's slipping out to sea To join the years which used to be; .V few more hours It has to last And then with the remembered past It lakes Its place', with thousands more. Jii llk.e it which have gone before. .S"tni of us mourn Its passing on, Others may smile when It has i;.ne And hopefully embrace the now. Turning to lr as humans do Into Ihe friend who comes to hi ing Thorn comfort for th-ir sorrowing. What Is the cargo of a Year? Joy. hope, success and doubt and fear, Failure and victory ;,ni mtrin, The pain of death, the thi ill of birth. And ain and loss, and each In turn S. me portion of It all shall earn. Kuch of us, by his strength of will, Shall shape the year for ' ood orill; Save the inevitable blow Which strikes the dearly loved ones low. By all we io and all we are Tne year that comes wo OiaKs or mar. II in the year tonight thai i..s The record of our service llc l'r.ehanged through all that shall '- cur This year shall tell the mew we were; Ages unborn shall run it through And leSrn jti:-U what we dared to do, |