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How shall we comfort the Dying Year	A
Beg him to linger or bid him go	B
The light in his eyes burns dim and low	B
His hands are clammy his pulse beats slow	B
He wanders and mumbles but doth not hear	C
The lanes are sodden the leaf drifts sere	A
And the wrack is weaving his shroud of white	D
Do you not see he is weary quite	D
Of the languor of living and longs for night	D
Lo He is gone Now lower him down	E
In the snug warm earth 'neath the clods of brown	E
And the buds of the winter aconite	D
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How shall we part with the bygone Year	A
Cover with cypress or wreathe with bay	F
He will not heed what you do or say	F
He is deaf to to morrow as yesterday	F
Why do you linger about his bier	C
He has gone to the Ghostland he is not here	C
We may go on our way we may live and laugh	G
Round the banqueting blaze can feast and quaff	G
The purple catafalque stately staff	G
The dirges of sorrow the songs of praise	H
And the costliest monument man can raise	H
Are but for the Spirit's cenotaph	G
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Dust unto dust He is dead though he	I
Was the last of the centuried years that flow	B
We know not wherefore we never shall know	B
With the tide unebbing of Time and go	B
To the phantom shore of Eternity	I
Shadows to shadows they flit and flee	I
Across the face of the flaming sun	J
The vague generations one by one	J
That never are ended never begun	J
Where is the dome or the vault so vast	D
As to coffin the bones of the perished Past	D
Save the limitless tomb of Oblivion	J
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What tale would he tell could the dead but speak	K
I was born as I died amid wrath and smoke	L
When the war wains rolled and the cannons spoke	L
When the vulture's cry and the raven's croak	L
Flapped hungrily over the dying shriek	K
And nothing was seen but a blood red streak	K
Betwixt lowering sky and leaden main	M
When slanted and slashed the rifles' rain	M
Upon furrows whose harvest were sheaves of slain	M
When the levin's glare by the thunder's crash	N
Was bellowed and ever 'twixt flash and flash	N
The howl of the unspent hurricane ''	-
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Let the dead discourse with the dead So ask	O
How best now to welcome the new born Year	A
She is coming is coming and lo is here	C
With forehead and footstep that know not fear	A
She will shrink from no pleasure evade no task	O
But there never was worn or veil or mask	O
Like her frank fair face and her candid soul	P
Do you fathom her thoughts can you guess her goal	P
Her waywardness chasten her fate control	P
She will wend with her doom and that doom be ours	Q
So greet her with carol and snow white flowers	Q
And crown her with Hope's own aureole	P
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Yet mind her dawn of the dark for she	I
She too must pass 'neath the lych gate porch	R
And give to her keeping the vestal Torch	R
That may ofttime smoulder and sometimes scorch	R
But rebrightens and burns eternally	I
The beacon on land and the planet at sea	I
When the night is murk and the mist is dense	S
To guide us Whither remind us Whence	S
The Soul's sure lamp through the shades of sense	S
She must tread the Unknown the dead years trod	D
Though rugged the road yet the goal is God	D
And the will of all wise Omnipotence	T

Alfred Austin

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