LINES ON THE NEW YEAR. JANUARY 1, 1825. 1 FLEETLY hath past the year. The seasons came Duly as they are wont-the gentle Spring, And the delicious Summer, and the cool, And Winter, like an old and hoary man, We have found beauty in the new green leaf, And in the first blown violets; we have drunk Cool water from the rock, and in the shade Sunk to the noon-tide slumber;-we have eat The mellow fruitage of the bending tree, And girded to our pleasant wanderings When the cool wind came freshly from the hills ; And when the tinting of the Autumn leaves By the good fires of Winter, and rejoiced Over the fulness of the gathered sheaf. "God hath been good to us!" "Tis He whose hand Moulded the sunny hills, and hollowed out The shelter of the valleys, and doth keep And tempereth the keenness of the frost- Have praises for the well completed year. LINES ON THE NEW YEAR. JANUARY 1, 1826. WINTER is come again. The sweet south-west By the frost fetter. There is not a sound, And the clear icicle hangs cold and still, And Autumn rustleth its decaying robe With a complaining whisper. Winter's dumb! God made his ministry a silent one, And he has given him a foot of stee And an unlovely aspect, and a breath And the still reckoning with thyself. The year |