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108 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
THE OLD YEAR.
The old year whisper'd
His stern farewell; I listen'd at midnight,
And heard his knell.
I wept for the friend
That long I had known, When I found his moments
Forever had flown!
I have loved the old year:
It brought to my heart Full many a blessing
That shall not depart.
THE SISTER'S INQUIRY.
Zephyrs ! that stray 'mid the garden flowers, Shaking the leaves of the vine-hung bowers ; Say, have ye met in your rambles to-day The brother I 've miss'd from my dreary way ?
And thou, gentle sunbeam! whose beautiful glow Lightens each path that is traversed below, Hast thou seen of late, on the wide-spread earth, The brother who pass'd from our lonely hearth ?
The zephyrs are silent, and haste from the spot; The sunbeam falls fainter, but answers me not;