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Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2389, 2 January 1909, Page 11 (Supplement)

.THE DYING YEAR. The sun hath cast his setting gleam Upon our last fond dream, Bringing a vision from the bowers Of bloom and flowers, The peace,'t/he lowing herds. The song of birds His latest- light hath kissed our eyes; And so the Old Year dies— Dies with ia .whisper from the low Sweet river’s how — y Dies with a fragrance- shed From flowers long dead. We cannot surrender quite That heritage of light, Nor quit the mingled Slopes and fears, The joys, the tears Of dear old mother-earth Before her dearth. _ Flom stubble fields wo bear some stray” Bast ears of grain away. We cannot let the.year departWith careless heart. Nor with-a quite unclouded eye Bid him good-bye. But -when athwart wide fields anew The golden light bursts through— When the glad cuckoo sends his cry To haunt the sky— The dearest x talcs theu told Shall be these old.