SONG OF THE NEW YEAR.
BY MRS. R. S. NICHOLS.
I have come, I have come from a shadowy clime,
An heir of the monarch Earth’s children call Time;
With years yet unborn, I have stood in the hall
That was reared by our sire, awaiting his call:
Last eve, as I lay on his bosom at rest,
I saw slowly rise a white cloud in the west;
Now through the blue ether, through regions of space,