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New Year met me somewhat sad:Old Year leaves me tired,Stripped of favourite things I hadBaulked of much desired:Yet farther on my road to-dayGod willing, farther on my way.
New Year coming on apace What have you to give me? Bring you scathe, or bring you grace, Face me with an honest face; 10 You shall not deceive me: Be it good or ill, be it what you will, It needs shall help me on my road, My rugged way to heaven, please God.