Fourteen sonnets and poems/The Old Year


<poem>In the holiday of life

   Use occasion, work and climb; 

The sepulchre has overmuch

   Unprofitable time.

Emerson

The Old Year

<poem>GONE is the hope I once embraced;

     Gone is the danger I might have faced; 

Gone is the dignity I would have graced; Gone is the friendship ne'er misplaced; And the chance wherein the good is traced;

   Yet none of these are gone!