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NEW YEAR'S EVE
Oh, let me dream, as Earth herself is dreaming
In murmured songs and broken sighs of sleep!
Oh, let me seem, as Heaven itself is seeming,
A thought of God down-floating on the deep!
In murmured songs and broken sighs of sleep!
Oh, let me seem, as Heaven itself is seeming,
A thought of God down-floating on the deep!
Oh, let me keep, as Nature now is keeping,
The mute bar of the mighty antiphon!
Oh, let me sleep, as Time himself is sleeping
Wing-weary in the shadow of God's throne!
The mute bar of the mighty antiphon!
Oh, let me sleep, as Time himself is sleeping
Wing-weary in the shadow of God's throne!
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