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lines written january 1st 1832 by henry alford - richard mitchley lyrics

the year is born to**day**methinks it hath
a chilly time of it; for down the sky
the flaky frost**cloud stretches, and the sun
lifted his large light from the eastern plains
with gloomy mist**enfolded countenance
and garments rolled in blood. under the haze
along the face of the waters, gather fast
sharp spikes of the fresh ice; as if the year
that died last night, had dropt down suddenly
in his full strength of genial government
prisoning the sharp breath of the northern winds;
who now burst forth and revel unrestrained
over the new king’s months of infancy

the bells rung merrily when the old year died;
he past away in music; his death**sleep
closed on him like the slumber of a child
when a sweet hymn in a sweet voice above him
takes up into its sound his gentle being

and we will raise to him two monuments;
one where he died, and one where he lies buried;
one in the pealing of those midnight bells
their swell and fall, and varied interchange
the tones that come again upon the spirit
in years far off, mid unshaped accidents;**
and one in the deep quiet of the soul
the mingled memories of a thousand moods
of joy and sorrow;**and his epitaph
shall be upon him;**“here lie the remains
of one, who was less valued while he lived
than thought on when he died.”

- richard mitchley lyrics

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