The New Year.
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Close thine eyes to earthly seeming,
Tell me, can'st thou see
One with white robes softly gleaming,
Stepping, from her sisters dreaming,
Out to welcome thee?
Tell me, can'st thou see
One with white robes softly gleaming,
Stepping, from her sisters dreaming,
Out to welcome thee?
'Tis the sweet New Year arising,
Stretching forth her hand,
Fresh from God, to thee devising
Gifts well worthy of thy prizing
Could'st thou understand.
Stretching forth her hand,
Fresh from God, to thee devising
Gifts well worthy of thy prizing
Could'st thou understand.
For a mighty Monarch sendeth
This ambassador to thee,
From her open palm she lendeth
To thy life as she descendeth
Opportunity.
This ambassador to thee,
From her open palm she lendeth
To thy life as she descendeth
Opportunity.
Keep this pearl from stain or breaking
That it still may ring
Musical, when God is making
Of thy years a necklet, taking
Only such as sing.
That it still may ring
Musical, when God is making
Of thy years a necklet, taking
Only such as sing.
