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'Tis midnight and nature is sunk to repose, And the moon from her lattice a pale lustre throws, The wild winds have caroll'd their requiem o'er And the foam crested billows lie still by the shore:— Then wake from your slumbers, our serenade hear,— We wish you a happy—a happy New-Year! The old year departed, how swiftly it flew, 'Tis gone, and with rapture we welcome the new;— We trust a bright morning will dawn on your eyes,— And sun beams unclouded illumine the skies. Then wake from your slumbers, our serenade hear,— We wish you a happy—a happy New-Year! O! calm and serene as the blue arch of night, When stars are diffusing their soft mellow light,— May each fleeting moment in happiness glide, Your path o'er life's ocean hope's beacon still guide. Then wake from your slumbers, our serenade hear,— We wish you a happy—a happy New-Year! |