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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Passing Of The Year</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My glass is filled, my pipe is lit,<br> My den is all a cosy glow;<br>And snug before the fire I sit,<br> And wait to feel the old year go.<br>I dedicate to solemn thought<br> Amid my too-unthinking days,<br>This sober moment, sadly fraught<br> With much of blame, with little praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Year! upon the Stage of Time<br> You stand to bow your last adieu;<br>A moment, and the prompter's chime<br> Will ring the curtain down on you.<br>Your mien is sad, your step is slow;<br> You falter as a Sage in pain;<br>Yet turn, Old Year, before you go,<br> And face your audience again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That sphinx-like face, remote, austere,<br> Let us all read, whate'er the cost:<br>O Maiden! why that bitter tear?<br> Is it for dear one you have lost?<br>Is it for fond illusion gone?<br> For trusted lover proved untrue?<br>O sweet girl-face, so sad, so wan<br> What hath the Old Year meant to you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you, O neighbour on my right<br> So sleek, so prosperously clad!<br>What see you in that aged wight<br> That makes your smile so gay and glad?<br>What opportunity unmissed?<br> What golden gain, what pride of place?<br>What splendid hope? O Optimist!<br> What read you in that withered face?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And You, deep shrinking in the gloom,<br> What find you in that filmy gaze?<br>What menace of a tragic doom?<br> What dark, condemning yesterdays?<br>What urge to crime, what evil done?<br> What cold, confronting shape of fear?<br>O haggard, haunted, hidden One<br> What see you in the dying year?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so from face to face I flit,<br> The countless eyes that stare and stare;<br>Some are with approbation lit,<br> And some are shadowed with despair.<br>Some show a smile and some a frown;<br> Some joy and hope, some pain and woe:<br>Enough! Oh, ring the curtain down!<br> Old weary year! it's time to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My pipe is out, my glass is dry;<br> My fire is almost ashes too;<br>But once again, before you go,<br> And I prepare to meet the New:<br>Old Year! a parting word that's true,<br> For we've been comrades, you and I --<br>I thank God for each day of you;<br> There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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 My den is all a cosy glow;
And snug before the fire I sit,
 And wait to feel the old year go.
I dedicate to solemn thought
 Amid my too-unthinking days,
This sober moment, sadly fraught
 With much of blame, wit..."></div>
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