Tears on the face of the wan old year,
The light in his dim eyes failing,
The last lone watch of the night so near,
And winds in the woodlands wailing.
The gray-robed earth and the sky are met,
Held fast in a mist of sorrow,
While the year lies low in sad regret.
But a new hope dawns to-morrow.
Leggett, Benjamin F. The Cruise of the Half-Moon and Other Poems. Philadelphia, PA: Biddle Press, 1914. 38.