BY ROBERT HOOSICK WASHBURNE.
As draws near the hour of midnight
Of the coming New Year's eve,
Thoughts of former days possess us,
Some of pleasure, some that grieve.
In the solemn hour of midnight
We review the months gone by,
Mercies fresh and never ceasing,
Daily sent from God on high.
At the dawning of the New Year
We with courage look ahead,
Knowing God, so wise and faithful,
Will supply his children bread.
May for us this Happy New Year
Rich in Heaven's blessings be,
And our hearts full of thanksgiving
Speak our praise, O God, to Thee!
Troy Times. December 31, 1912: 2 col 1.