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THE GLAD NEW YEAR.
With the whirling and drifting of snows
Comes breathless, the wild New Year,
While bitter the North wind blows
O'er the fields that lie stark and drear.
Comes breathless, the wild New Year,
While bitter the North wind blows
O'er the fields that lie stark and drear.
Yet Hope is alight in her eyes
As she looks from the heart of the storm,
“Earth sleeps in her shroud,” she cries,
But the life in her breast is warm.
As she looks from the heart of the storm,
“Earth sleeps in her shroud,” she cries,
But the life in her breast is warm.
“Death is but a dream of the night,
And the hymn of joy is begun,
For slowly seeking the light
The great globe turns to the sun.
And the hymn of joy is begun,
For slowly seeking the light
The great globe turns to the sun.
“Behold, I will bring delight
In place of the darkness and cold;
Safe under the meadows so white
Is hiding the buttercup's gold.
In place of the darkness and cold;
Safe under the meadows so white
Is hiding the buttercup's gold.
“The blush of the sweet-briar rose,
Where is it treasured to-day?
I will call it from under the snows
To bloom on its delicate spray.
Where is it treasured to-day?
I will call it from under the snows
To bloom on its delicate spray.
“I will fling all the flowers abroad,
And loose in the echoing sky
The beautiful birds of God,
To carol their rapture on high.
And loose in the echoing sky
The beautiful birds of God,
To carol their rapture on high.
“And the summer's splendor shall reign
In place of the winter's dearth,
Her color and music again
Shall gladden the patient earth.
In place of the winter's dearth,
Her color and music again
Shall gladden the patient earth.
“Look but with eyes that are pure
On the gifts in my hand that lie,
And your portion of bliss is sure
In the beauty no wealth can buy.”
On the gifts in my hand that lie,
And your portion of bliss is sure
In the beauty no wealth can buy.”
Hark to the New Year's voice
Through the murk of the winter drear;
O children of men, rejoice
At the tidings of hope and cheer.
Through the murk of the winter drear;
O children of men, rejoice
At the tidings of hope and cheer.
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