The mantle of evening is veiling the sky, And over the landscape its soft shadows lie; The old year is passing, a new year will reign, Ere earth shall awaken to day-dawn again. Dear Grandma has folded her knitting away, And muses alone at the close of the day; While the old clock ticks solemnly off, one by one, The moments yet left to the year almost done.…
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