WRITTEN
JANUARY FIRST, 1792.
TO-DAY old wrinkl’d Time appears;
A smile adorns his brow,
While to our list of fleeting years,
He adds the ninety-two.
Our fav’rite hopes, that swiftly glide,
Announce his steps too slow,
Lest Disappointment’s hasty stride
Should ev’ry bliss o’erthrow.