AVE!

To-morrow, and a year is born again!

( To-day the first bud wakened‘ neath the snow. )

Will it bring joys the old year did not know,

Or will it burthen us with the old pain?

Shall we seek out the Spring — to see it slain?

Summer,— and learn all flowers have ceased to grow?

Autumn,— and find it overswift to go?

( The memories of the old year yet remain. )

To-morrow, and another year is born!

( Love liveth yet, O Love, we deemed was dead! )

Let us go forth and welcome in the morn,

Following bravely on where Hope hath led.

( O Time, how great a thing thou art to scorn! )

O Love, we shall not be uncomforted!