Lines Written January 1st 1832 by Henry Alford

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Lines Written January 1st 1832 by Henry Alford

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The year is born to--day--methinks it hath A chilly time of it; for down the sky The flaky frost--cloud stretches, and the Sun Lifted his large light from the Eastern plains With gloomy mist--enfolded countenance And garments rolled in blood. Under the haze Along the face of the waters, gather fast Sharp spikes of the fresh ice; as if the year That died last night, had dropt down suddenly In his full strength of genial government Prisoning the sharp breath of the Northern winds; Who now burst forth and revel unrestrained Over the new king's months of infancy The bells rung merrily when the old year died; He past away in music; his death--sleep Closed on him like the slumber of a child When a sweet hymn in a sweet voice above him Takes up into its sound his gentle being And we will raise to him two monuments; One where he died, and one where he lies buried; One in the pealing of those midnight bells Their swell and fall, and varied interchange The tones that come again upon the spirit In years far off, mid unshaped accidents;-- And one in the deep quiet of the soul The mingled memories of a thousand moods Of joy and sorrow;--and his epitaph Shall be upon him;--``Here lie the remains Of one, who was less valued while he lived Than thought on when he died.''

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  • Henry Alford