NEW YEAR'S DAY

When with clanging and with ringing

Comes the year's initial day,

I can feel the rhythmic swinging

Of the world upon its way;

And though Right still wears a fetter,

And though Justice still is blind,

Time's beyond is always better

Than the paths he leaves behind.

In our eons of existence,

As we circle through the night,

We annihilate the distance

‘ Twixt the darkness and the light.

From beginnings crude and lowly,

Round and round our souls have trod

Through the circles, winding slowly

Up to knowledge and to God.

With each century departed

Some old evil found a tomb,

Some old truth was newly started

In propitious soil to bloom.

With each epoch some condition

That has handicapped the race

( Worn-out creed or superstition )

Unto knowledge yields its place.

Though in folly and in blindness

And in sorrow still we grope,

Yet in man's increasing kindness

Lies the world's stupendous hope;

For our darkest hour of errors

Is as radiant as the dawn,

Set beside the awful terrors

Of the ages that have gone.

And above the sad world's sobbing,

And the strife of clan with clan,

I can hear the mighty throbbing

Of the heart of God in man;

And a voice chants through the chiming

Of the bells, and seems to say,

We are climbing, we are climbing,

As we circle on our way.