Garden Bloggers' Muse Day

"Farewell, thy destiny is done,

Thy ebbing sands we tell,

Blended and set with centuries gone -

Thou dying year, farewell.


Gifts from thy hand - Spring's joyous leaves,

And Summer's breathing flowers,

Autumn's bright fruit and bursting sheaves -

These blessings have been ours.


They pass with thee and now they seem

Like gifts from fairy spells

Or like some sweet remembered dream -

We bid those gifts farewell."


- Mrs. Jones, Thou Dying Year, Farewell


Montreal Vindicator, January 6, 1829