Another year!
What is the story by the twelve-month told?
What treasure doth its memory enfold,—
Base coin, or gold?
Sternly hath it hard lessons taught,
Hath it new cares, new joys, new burdens brought?
Few smiles, and many a tear?
Another year!
What good and perfect gifts have gently come—
Knowing not whence, we have been blind and dumb!