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THE WANING YEAR.
The fields will fade around us,
Our beauty go away;
The darkness will surround us,
But, oh! we need not stray;
And nothing shall confound us
Who look to Him alway.

The year is waning, waning;
I feel its close draw near;
And through the earth's complaining
One blessed Voice I hear.
O happy, peaceful waning!
How sweet the waning year!