Arcticus.
THOUGHTS ON NEW YEAR'S DAY.
"The moments of chasten'd delight are gone by,
When we left our lov'd homes o'er new regions to rove,
When the firm manly grasp, and the soft female sigh,
Mark'd the mingled sensations of friendship and love.
That season of pleasure has hurried away,
When through far-stretching ice a safe passage we found[[1]],
That led us again to the dark rolling sea,
And the signal was seen, 'On for Lancaster's Sound.'[[2]]