BY IVA MAY TERRY (Blind).
The old year is passing from us away,
With its blessings and sorrows too;
We feel just a pang of regret to-day,
As we hopefully face the New.
We think of the friends and loved ones dear
Who were once at our fireside,
Whose voices we never again shall hear
Till we meet on the other side.
But we should look forward with joy to-night
To the days that are just ahead
And welcome the New Year with prospects bright
While some kindness we try to shed.
Green Island, N.Y.
Troy Times. December 31, 1919