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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?