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Said the year that was old:

"I am cold, I am cold,

And my breath hurries fast

On the wild winter blast

Of this thankless December;

Ah, who will remember

As I, shivering, go,

The warmth and the glow

That arose like a flame

When I came, when I came?

For I brought in my hands,

From Utopian lands,

Golden gifts, and the schemes

That were fairer than dreams.

Ah, never a king

Of a twelvemonth, will bring

Such a splendor of treasure

Without stint or measure,

As I brought on that day,

Triumphant and gay.

But, alas, and alas,

Who will think as I pass,

I was once gay and bold?"

Said the year that was old.

Said the year that was young —

And his light laughter rung —

"Come, bid me good cheer,

For I bring with me here

Such gifts as the earth

Never saw till my birth;

All the largess of life,

Right royally rife

With the plans and the schemes

Of the world's highest dreams.

Then – hope's chalice filled up

To the brim of the cup,

Let us drink to the past,

The poor pitiful past,"

Sang the year that was young,

While his light laughter rung.