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The months pass on, and the circle spreads; And the time is drawing nigh, When each street may have a darkened house, Or a coffin passing by.

Our lot is cast upon evil days, In the world's winter-time; The earth is old, and worn with years Of want, of wo, and of crime.

Then out on the folly of ancient times— The folly which wished you mirth: Look round on the anguish, look round on the vice, Then dare to be glad upon earth! L. E. L.