1861 GOOD NEW-YEAR wishes for my friends! The very phrases others use Half jar upon my ear; They seem to miss my inmost thought "A happy year, with many more So runs the hackneyed form, as though As though bright suns had only power As though no growth of human flower My many friends, I dare not breathe A honeyed thought to you or you, So different the heart within, The outward life around, Ye scarcely see the self-same sky, Or tread the self-same ground. There are who wake from troubled sleep, To feel their anguish but renewed By sounds of general cheer: |