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The Coming Year.
THE COMING YEAR .
THE mother by her infant ' s bed , With many an anxious , secret sigh , Prays blessing on its gentle head To manhood up from infancy : Alternate thoughts her bosom fill , Alternate visions—joy and fear-As pass the hastening moments by , That bring her to the Coming Year .
Sickness has struck yon reverend form , In silent sadness gathering , view The tearful wife , the children fond , The long-tried friend : —a mournful few , All hope seems past—no pleasing thoughts Have these , the coming time to cheer , But memories , fraught with happier hours , Make mournful seem the Coming Year ,
The bowl is full—the revel high—Joy and the wine-cup both are brimmed ; All care the Present can defy , The Future by no fears is dimmed . All , all is light!—Give joy its length , Beauty and youth have nought to fear : Yet , pause a moment!—health and strength Are wanted , for the Coming Year .
Alone , in heedless disarray , With serious brow and tearful eye . Those pale and anxious cheeks betray A bosom fraught with agony ! Sin , new repented , weighs thee down ; Thy pallid lips , in earnest prayer , Are raised for pardon , to the Throne—For mercy in the Coming Year .
By friends neglected or betrayed , The fated two , with mingled tears—The future view in darkest shade Nor deem that comfort can be theirs .
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The Coming Year.
THE COMING YEAR .
THE mother by her infant ' s bed , With many an anxious , secret sigh , Prays blessing on its gentle head To manhood up from infancy : Alternate thoughts her bosom fill , Alternate visions—joy and fear-As pass the hastening moments by , That bring her to the Coming Year .
Sickness has struck yon reverend form , In silent sadness gathering , view The tearful wife , the children fond , The long-tried friend : —a mournful few , All hope seems past—no pleasing thoughts Have these , the coming time to cheer , But memories , fraught with happier hours , Make mournful seem the Coming Year ,
The bowl is full—the revel high—Joy and the wine-cup both are brimmed ; All care the Present can defy , The Future by no fears is dimmed . All , all is light!—Give joy its length , Beauty and youth have nought to fear : Yet , pause a moment!—health and strength Are wanted , for the Coming Year .
Alone , in heedless disarray , With serious brow and tearful eye . Those pale and anxious cheeks betray A bosom fraught with agony ! Sin , new repented , weighs thee down ; Thy pallid lips , in earnest prayer , Are raised for pardon , to the Throne—For mercy in the Coming Year .
By friends neglected or betrayed , The fated two , with mingled tears—The future view in darkest shade Nor deem that comfort can be theirs .