Now is the flower of the New Year full And dawns a brighter year in youthful hearts, Though winters we must face we still shall keep The harvest of our love when day departs.
For who can see what joy the morrow brings Or fathom tragedy and loss and fate, But walk our metred walk apace our dreams And hope that human good shall outlast hate.
Sleep then you souls, you children of the earth And let your waking hours fill with song For what shall be is written in His book And Truth shall be the justicer of wrong.
Poems Undated (1727)
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