A firm, strong faith, and purity of heart.
With gifts divine like these, my future years
Might come unfeared, and pass without regret
Or sad remorse.
And now, my soul, regard
This new-born year, just launching on the sea
Of life. Twelve moons will roll around, and thou
May’st stand as now, with sad and heavy thoughts,
Upon its brink, and see with hopeless tears
This year float from thee. Dark and mist-like shapes,