I come, the New Year saith, “unbid by man,
And all the world must look upon my face;
And some thro’ sorrow’s tears my visage scan,
Striving to see thereon one touch of grace.
“I come, and marvel at the crouching fear
Which souls display when I in silence take
The Old Year gently from his darkened bier,
And bid the world to joy and rapture wake.
“O weary hearts! think ye I come alone,
Unaided, and a wanderer from some clime?
Think ye that in my soul no love is sown,
That I, unguided, winged the aisles of Time?
“Nay, for a Hand Supreme to me was given,
And I was led adown the shadowy land;
I am the gift of naught save hope and heaven,
Bidden by God to speak His high command.”
(Charles Hanson Towne)
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