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Rh Garlands never more I'll fashion, Roses twine no more for thee; Spring is here, but, ah, my passion, Autumn dark has come for me!

 ON THE NEW YEAR.

now allows us, 'Twixt the departing And the upstarting, Happy to be; And at the call of Memory cherished, Future and perished Moments we see.

Seasons of anguish,— Ah, they must ever Truth from woe sever, Love and joy part; Days still more worthy Soon will unite us, Fairer songs light us, Strength'ning the heart.

We, thus united, Think of, with gladness, Rapture and sadness, Sorrow now flies. Oh, how mysterious Fortune's direction! Old the connection, New-born the prize! 