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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - On The New Year
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FATE now allows us,

`Twixt the departing

And the upstarting,
Happy to be;
And at the call of

Memory cherish`d,

Future and perish`d
Moments we see.

Seasons of anguish,—

Ah, they must ever

Truth from woe sever,
Love and joy part;
Days still more worthy

Soon will unite us,

Fairer songs light us,
Strength`ning the heart.

We, thus united,

Think of, with gladness,

Rapture and sadness,
Sorrow now flies.
Oh, how mysterious

Fortune`s direction!

Old the connection,

New-born the prize!

Thank, for this, Fortune,

Wavering blindly!

Thank all that kindly
Fate may bestow!
Revel in change`s

Impulses clearer,

Love far sincerer,
More heartfelt glow!

Over the old one,

Wrinkles collected,

Sad and dejected,
Others may view;
But, on us gently

Shineth a true one,

And to the new one
We, too, are new.

As a fond couple

`Midst the dance veering,

First disappearing,
Then reappear,
So let affection

Guide thro` life`s mazy

Pathways so hazy
Into the year!
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