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New Year's Eve.
The Old Year passeth; let it die,
The loud winds ring its funeral knell,
But soon upon the breeze shall swell,
The notes that speak the New Year nigh.
The loud winds ring its funeral knell,
But soon upon the breeze shall swell,
The notes that speak the New Year nigh.
Old loves, old friendships, let them live,
Grow stronger, purer, every day;
Though all around us fade away,
These still their light and fragrance give.
Grow stronger, purer, every day;
Though all around us fade away,
These still their light and fragrance give.
The doubts and fears and griefs that rise,
Unbidden, from the fount of thought,
The faint, dim memories sorrow-fraught,
That float, like dreams, before our eyes;
Unbidden, from the fount of thought,
The faint, dim memories sorrow-fraught,
That float, like dreams, before our eyes;
Cast them aside, in strength of prayer,
Deep in the Old Year's grave to lie;
The New Year brings a brighter sky,
Its dawning breathes a purer air.
Deep in the Old Year's grave to lie;
The New Year brings a brighter sky,
Its dawning breathes a purer air.
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So year to year, in voiceless speech,
Shall tell its tale, as star to star,
And, be the future near or far,
The lore of Love and Truth shall teach.
Shall tell its tale, as star to star,
And, be the future near or far,
The lore of Love and Truth shall teach.
Then onward, fearless, undismayed
By inner weakness, foes without;
Through rain of tears or mist of doubt.
The Voice still calls, “Be not afraid.”
By inner weakness, foes without;
Through rain of tears or mist of doubt.
The Voice still calls, “Be not afraid.”
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