FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty, br The fair new year its promise gave; br Such dreams we had of love, of duty, br Of heights to scale, of foes to brave! br Oh, how hope's fire our future lighted-- br How much to do, how much to know, br Yet on its brink we shrank affrighted br A year ago. br br br And now the year is done--its pleasure br So brief, so bright--its hours of pain; br Some moments' memories we treasure, br Some recollections loathe in vain. br Oh, for a brain where could not waken br Remembrances of purpose crossed, br Of trusts abandoned, aims forsaken, br And chances lost! br br br The changing seasons thrust upon us br Another year, fair-faced and new; br What evil have the old years done us br That this in its turn will not do? br This, too, will die, and leave us grieving br For all the ills its arms enfold-- br For faiths betrayed, for friends deceiving, br And love grown cold. br br br We have been fooled. The hopes that fooled us-- br We know them now--have been a lie; br The star that led, the light that ruled us-- br We scorn them, and we pass them by. br Shut out hope's light; past is the season br When rose-red glow seemed good to see.