New Year

Father, in the dawn of this Thy own new-opening year

We thank you now for every coming tear

And triumph, every precious seed half-sown,

May they be gathered one by one

And pressed into your hand

And hidden in your heart of love

To grow unmeasured, bountiful,

Awaiting us close-kept within the garden

Of Thy mansion-home, above.

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