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The New Year, 1903
As when an old friend dies, about his bed
Men stand, and each to each for cheer will bring
Remembrance of some honourable thing—
A word well spoke—a thought, a work well sped:
So, gathered now, about the old year dead,
While with forgetful joy the loud bells ring,
We say, “He gave us peace, he brought our King
From doom, he set the crown upon his head.”
Men stand, and each to each for cheer will bring
Remembrance of some honourable thing—
A word well spoke—a thought, a work well sped:
So, gathered now, about the old year dead,
While with forgetful joy the loud bells ring,
We say, “He gave us peace, he brought our King
From doom, he set the crown upon his head.”
Yea, even the children in the wakeful street
Wave hands and cry, “Farewell!” above the bier;
At least for these he strove, of these he thought;
And lo! the lamp of ordered learning, brought
Thro' Churches' clamour and thro' party heat,
With hope of far-off good, leads on the year.
Wave hands and cry, “Farewell!” above the bier;
At least for these he strove, of these he thought;
And lo! the lamp of ordered learning, brought
Thro' Churches' clamour and thro' party heat,
With hope of far-off good, leads on the year.
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