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A NEW YEAR'S THOUGHT
Yet once again in wintry ways
The grey world rolls its tale of days;
And though its breast be chill and frore,
Still holds the songs of Spring in store,
The Autumn rains, the Summer blaze.
The grey world rolls its tale of days;
And though its breast be chill and frore,
Still holds the songs of Spring in store,
The Autumn rains, the Summer blaze.
Season to season, phase to phase
Succeed, and pass: what seems a maze
Is but Life's ordered course gone o'er
Yet once again.
Succeed, and pass: what seems a maze
Is but Life's ordered course gone o'er
Yet once again.
So, through this drear December haze,
We, fearless, turn our forward gaze,
As those who know, from days before,
What has been once will be once more,—
Good Hap or ill, and Blame, and Praise,
Yet once again!
We, fearless, turn our forward gaze,
As those who know, from days before,
What has been once will be once more,—
Good Hap or ill, and Blame, and Praise,
Yet once again!
1906.
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