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Then there were hearts that we had thought devoid of human feeling
That opened out at Sorrow's cry, true kindliness revealing—
Hearts of gold, that all the while the dross bad been concealing.
That opened out at Sorrow's cry, true kindliness revealing—
Hearts of gold, that all the while the dross bad been concealing.
But the turn in the lane has come at last—a rift in the dark cloud too;
A brighter day is about to dawn, so shoulder your burdens anew,
And may He who has led us in this old year guide us again in the new.
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Draw back the curtains that I may look out on the face of the new-born year.
Lo! the mists have all sped away, and the sun has risen bright and clear—
Harbinger of, let us hope, a brighter and more prosperous year.
A brighter day is about to dawn, so shoulder your burdens anew,
And may He who has led us in this old year guide us again in the new.
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Draw back the curtains that I may look out on the face of the new-born year.
Lo! the mists have all sped away, and the sun has risen bright and clear—
Harbinger of, let us hope, a brighter and more prosperous year.
