I am fading from you,
      But one draweth near,
      Called the Angel-guardian
      Of the coming year.
If my gifts and graces
      Coldly you forget,
      Let the New-Year's Angel
      Bless and crown them yet...
May you hold this angel
      Dearer than the last;
      So, I bless his future,
      While he crowns my past.
~Adelaide A. Procter (1825–1864)

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