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WEEKLY JOURNAL OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
THE 3NTETW YEXA.R.
He is here, with his beauty of face and form;
His faith is high and his heart is warm;
His pulses throng with the thrills of hope,
And his limbs are strong for the Upward Slope:
He knows not sorrow, he knows not fear,
His step is steady, his eye is clear;
His bright brow blossoms with fragant flowers,
And ho takes no heed of the fleeting houra.
For him the earth is a paradise
Of rippling waters and softened skies.
He sees no thorn in his path of bloom :
No tortutous ways that are lost in gloom.
He knows no burdens that he must bear
No sombre shadows of coming care.
He walks the world with a careless tread,
Though lib every step is upon the dead!
But his youthful dream, it will pass away,
As the darkness follows the d'ing day;
And the rugged steeps will be hard to climb,
As his strength grows less in the coming time.
The flowers will fade that are fragrant now;
The chaplet will wither upon his brow;
The curls that are brown will change to white;
The days that are bright will change to night;
The wrinkles will gather upon his face;
His sorrows will grow with the lightening days;
Ho will bend and faint 'neath the burdens he bears;
And his soul will grow sick under mountains of care;
His eyes will bo dim, and his step be slow.
'Tis the common fate in a world of woo;
For the end must come, and his hopes grow cold, '
As the Now Year fades the into Old.
TnEo. M. Gaefenteb.
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