"Old and New" by Annie M. Toohey (1914)

OLD AND NEW:

O'er the mystical chasm,

        Hiding passage of Time,

Soon shall wistfully vanish—

        'Mid cadence of chime—

The Old Year with remnants

        Of roses and rue,

Ere we turn to the sunbeams

        A-crowning the New.

We have joys to remember,

        And pangs to regret,

We have bruises that linger,

        Deep heart-scars, and yet,

O'er the vista unfolding

        Of dawn's tender blue,

Hope is weaving a solace

        For paths of the New.

                                ANNIE M. TOOHEY.

Troy Times. December 31, 1914: 4 col 5.