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Rh Across the gulf of weary years
 * My lonely spirit calls to thine,

And memory brings the sadden tears,
 * My friend of “Auld Lang Syne.”

How shall I word the message, dear,
 * My greeting for this New Year’s day?

How write the words of kindly cheer
 * That my full heart would say?

May all your life from care be free,
 * Not crushed as mine, ’neath Sorrow’s thrall,

The sunlight God denied to me
 * Across your pathway fall.