BETA

THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR.

WRITTEN IN NEVILLE’S COURT, TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE, AT MIDNIGHT,
DECEMBER 31, 1838.

Old Year ! thy race is well nigh run ;1
One short quick hour, and thou hast fled 2
To the still mansions of the dead ;3
And with thee many a sin forgot—unwept,4
And many an evil thought,5
Have sunk in darkness with thy setting sun,6
To be in darkness kept,7
Till years for aye shall be together brought 8
To witness all the deeds that in them have been wrought !9
Old Year ! one last half hour is thine ;10
It fleeteth fast away,11
And will not stay 12
For any prayer of mine.13
The pale moon rides above,14
And hushed is every sound,15
As I pace my solemn round,16
And think on heavenly love.17
Fantastic towers around me rise 18
In the light, that half conceals 19
The shapes that it reveals 20
To my meditative eyes.21
Each pillar seems to say 22
Thou art of to-day,23
And weepest for the year that now dies ;24
But we have stood unmoved, and seen 25
Centuries glide by ;26
And that which is, the same hath been,27
And shall be to Eternity.”28
The shadows gather far and fast,29
And chiller is the air ;30
Old Year ! thy reign has well nigh past,31
Oh ! lowly be my prayer !32
’Tis past ! Old Year, thou art no more,33
But in thy grave art laid ;34
Thy minutes and thy days are o’er35
So earthly visions fade !36