Jasper County Democrat, Volume 14, Number 76, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 December 1911 — Page 2 Advertisements Column 1 [ADVERTISEMENT]

Mpwsw Che luilidlu'riun ' Brj •*, . “And the feast of ingathering at the year*s end.” ' —Exodus xxxiv, 22. So the year dies, and so Into the afterglow All the year’s days go. We count them, one by one, Days filled with shade or sun,Days of great tashs begun, Days of achievement; Days when we, weah and frail, Felt all Our courage fail, When we, benumbed and pale, Met our bereavement. And far and far away We find the year’s first day— But was it sad or gay, - Can we remember? r Slowly they die, the days, As does some ruddy blaze— End in a smohing haze Or crumbling ember. Joys—there were joys to spare; Griefs—there were griefs to bear. Ah, and the joys all fair Spent on the morrows! Joys were the clinhing gold Dropping from out our hold— t We, liKe to misers old, Clung to our sorrows. And this is stranger still, Sorrows that worhed us ill Nor grow as sorrows will, To things we cherish; . And out of all year We find that sigh and tear As blessings now appear And cannot perish. ; So do we count the days Down all of time’s long ways And with dim peace we gaze On bond and fetter; And Know at last that all’ r * Of the blind blows that fall ? And the cups brimmed with gall But make us better. So dies the year, and so Gently we come to know How fair the afterglow.