New Year's Eve
Forever old is he and blind,
Whose feet pass through some open door
That leads to newer days before,
Yet leave his laggard soul behind.
Whose feet pass through some open door
That leads to newer days before,
Yet leave his laggard soul behind.
Oh! rather may the soul come, too,
When life through gates of change is drawn.
If that but feel the touch of dawn,
Then will the year be really new!
When life through gates of change is drawn.
If that but feel the touch of dawn,
Then will the year be really new!
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