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THE NEW YEAR.
New sources for our weeping,
New well-springs for our bliss;
New faces in their fairness,
New fading ones to miss.
New well-springs for our bliss;
New faces in their fairness,
New fading ones to miss.
New whispers from the violet,
Fresh song-breaths from the bird;
Fair sunsets, ne'er beholden,
Far soul-depths never stirr'd.
Fresh song-breaths from the bird;
Fair sunsets, ne'er beholden,
Far soul-depths never stirr'd.
New foot-tracks for our treading,
Ne'er travell'd spirit ways,
Oh, joy of the untraversed
Fresh story-bringing days!
Ne'er travell'd spirit ways,
Oh, joy of the untraversed
Fresh story-bringing days!
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