The good old year's awaning; he brought us care and woe, But we'll forgive the wrong he wrought, before we let him go. We will not look around us for those who once were here, But count the good that's left us still, on the last night of the year, He carried off their riches from some in springtime proud, But summer's heavy-hearted ones he made to laugh aloud. And though his months went over with many a sigh and tear, We will not stay to tell them now, on the last night of the year. He broke full many a friendship and many a lover's vow! But he hath let us meet again, so we'll not blame him now, Nor look behind nor forward in sorrow or with fear. But send the cup of hope about on the last night of the year,
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