new year's day.
And sister pleasure gilds but to betray
The phantom brilliance of a fitful day.
Contentment may be ours, if we but seek
The lasting treasures of its boundless keep;
'T will tame the eager soul, whose daily strife
Is the protracted misery of life,
And give to man a happiness secure,
That through long years of suffering will endure,
And sweeten life; while, to the lonely heart,
'T will be the sunshine of its better part.
Yet let us hope and trust this year may bring,
Like the fair flow'rets of the coming spring,
A promise of much joy, and trust for ever
That Power, which blends our good and ill together.
The phantom brilliance of a fitful day.
Contentment may be ours, if we but seek
The lasting treasures of its boundless keep;
'T will tame the eager soul, whose daily strife
Is the protracted misery of life,
And give to man a happiness secure,
That through long years of suffering will endure,
And sweeten life; while, to the lonely heart,
'T will be the sunshine of its better part.
Yet let us hope and trust this year may bring,
Like the fair flow'rets of the coming spring,
A promise of much joy, and trust for ever
That Power, which blends our good and ill together.
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