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On New Year's EveAuthor(s): Jessie TullochSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 17, No. 188 (Feb., 1889), p. 82Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20497857 .
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82 The Irish Monthly.
In Denmark and throughout Germany the signs of education, civilization, comfort, and progress were to me almost bewildering, and made me feel more than ever nerved up to do my small part
in trying to break the fetters in which are bound the aspirations and capacities of my native land.
ALFRED WEBB.
ON NEW YEAR'S EVE.
I SAT and watched through sadly falling tears
The ghosts of bygone years.
Each brought, while passing in that dim array,
Gifts he had ta'en away. First, childhood's joys, bright as a sunny beam,
Brief as ahappy dream; Then youth, and youth's best bliss, love's rose and crown,
Just as they were laid down; Rose tint of cheek, lustre of hair and eyes,
All which in youth we prize;
Kindred, whose love was as the daily bread
With which my life is fed; The silvery tones of joy that used to throng
My laughter and my song;
And last there glimmered through my falling tears
The home of happy years. I closed my eyes. "I Lost, lost to me !" I cried
A dear one at my side, The angel ever with me, whispered " Nay: They're treasured for thee, are thine own for aye,
If only thou wilt tread the narrow way.."
JESSE3 TuLOCH.
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