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O SORROW, go thy way and leave me!
    Weary am I of thee, thou Sorrow old.
Unclasp thy hand from mine and cease to grieve me,
    Fade like the winter sunset dim and cold.
 
Depart, and trouble me no longer!
    Die! Vanish with forgotten yesterdays.
Eastward the darkness melts, the light grows stronger,
    And dawn breaks sweet across the shrouding haze.
 
Die and depart, Old Year, old Sorrow!
    Welcome, O morning air of health and strength!
O glad New Year, bring us new hope to-morrow,
    With blossom, leaf, and fruitage bright at length.
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