New Year's Day
A YEAR , another year, is gone:
Time never stops: each day
He, the destroyer, hurries on,
And bears some spoil away.
What does he steal? youth's sparkling eye,
Its roseate cheek, and sunny hair,
Its bounding step of ecstacy, —
These are the trophies time must wear.
But can he touch the heavenly soul?
Alas! his icy fingers there
Usurp a withering control,
And scarce one glory spare.
But love still on the wreck survives,
The first to live, the last to die:
Amidst the waste it smiling lives,
And tells of immortality.
Time never stops: each day
He, the destroyer, hurries on,
And bears some spoil away.
What does he steal? youth's sparkling eye,
Its roseate cheek, and sunny hair,
Its bounding step of ecstacy, —
These are the trophies time must wear.
But can he touch the heavenly soul?
Alas! his icy fingers there
Usurp a withering control,
And scarce one glory spare.
But love still on the wreck survives,
The first to live, the last to die:
Amidst the waste it smiling lives,
And tells of immortality.
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