I fancied the angel's footsteps
Had worn off the golden pave;
And that God had bidden an angel
To gather the flecks of gold,
And dissolve them there in the sunlight,
That mortals might thus behold
A gleam of the golden glory
That gleameth forever and aye,
'Neath the trees, by tide crystal fountains,
Where eternal sunbeams play.
THE NEW YEAR.
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Good deeds and ill, dear Lord,
In this fair book shall be;
And smiles and tears,
And hopes and fears,
Thy holy eyes shall see!
And many a page, dear Lord,
That only Thou canst read:
Creation's groans__
The secret moans
Of hearts that inly bleed.
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