Fourteen sonnets and poems/The Old Year

by Henry Wilmarth Hazzen

In the holiday of life
    Use occasion, work and climb;
The sepulchre has overmuch
    Unprofitable time.

Emerson

The Old Year

<poem>GONE is the hope I once embraced;

     Gone is the danger I might have faced; 

Gone is the dignity I would have graced; Gone is the friendship ne'er misplaced; And the chance wherein the good is traced;

   Yet none of these are gone!