
The year is new;
the last is done.
Again it flew;
the course is run.
We start again;
we set our gaze.
As mortal men
we plot our days.
The pages pass;
the story flies.
The clock a class
for all the wise.
The year is new;
the last is done.
Again it flew;
the course is run.
We start again;
we set our gaze.
As mortal men
we plot our days.
The pages pass;
the story flies.
The clock a class
for all the wise.