The year has been a tedious one-- A weary round of toil and sorrow, And, since it now at last is gone, We say farewell and hail the morrow. Yet o`er the wreck which time has wrought A sweet, consoling ray is shimmered-- The one but compensating thought That literary life has glimmered. Struggling with hunger and with cold The world contemptuously beheld `er; The little thing was one year old-- But who`d have cared had she been elder?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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