THE OLD YEAR
... | . w AB - I The year is dcad I Like to a dying friend, Who droops and fades and weaakens day by day, We watched the old year linger towards his ead, And slowly fttoker -likeaa laxp, away; Until from out the socket one laet spark Spz~ang fashing up, then letus in the dark.0 The year is dead I and niy a gallant life Has gone to tell the greatnesa of his faDl. The year is dead I and deeds of ...