THIRTY THOUGHTS    <return to contents

The Old & The New
Eleven o'clock the year is dying!
His passing lessens the stay on earth
Of all life.
Would that crime could die with the year
And the idea of war be laid on the bier.
Let lies to the dying year be lent,
With all wrangles,
That the glory of truth, of peace on earth
May with the New Year have their birth.
Bring the fife!
With flying banners he's marching in,
With ringing bells and clamorous din!
Without tangles
His coming will brighten our life on earth.
Twelve o'clock--the year is living.