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Show My IacIw W) Pt Take away the tattered page Of my erstwhile piety. Dim and soiled and outraged quite-Mocked quite-Mocked of bland satiety; Resolutions, such as they -May greet the season with aplomb, But when the year, grown old and gTay, Time's not a crutch to lean upon i Of all that lofty sentiment, I fain would close the vexing tale i And yet again experiment. For like a bloom perennial And rosy tinted wake the dreams Of all the morrows yet to come. When life is really what it seems; "When tardiness and broken vows. And duties shirked for Pleasure's court, And Mother Grundy's sad pow-wowi, And fickle Fashion's mad report Are strangers to my righteous heart-Tear heart-Tear up the old and frame the new, JFor I would make another start. Maude DeVerse Newton. . i |