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THE NEW YEAR.
Behold, the New Year beckons, like a flower
Hid in its roots among the untrodden hills:
God show thee how its sweetness every hour
Grows only as His breath thy spirit fills!
Hid in its roots among the untrodden hills:
God show thee how its sweetness every hour
Grows only as His breath thy spirit fills!
Behold, the New Year beckons, like a star,
A splendid mystery of the unfathomed skies:
God guide thee through His mystic spaces far,
Till all His stars as suns within thee rise!
A splendid mystery of the unfathomed skies:
God guide thee through His mystic spaces far,
Till all His stars as suns within thee rise!
The New Year beckons. He too, beckoning, nears;
Forget not thou that all its gifts are His!
Take from His hand all blessings of the years,
And of the blossoming, starred eternities!
Forget not thou that all its gifts are His!
Take from His hand all blessings of the years,
And of the blossoming, starred eternities!
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