Then unrestrained my soul poured forth its cry,
“O God Eternal, Changless, Sacred, O. M.
Let my past die with the Old Year to-night.
And when the joy-bells hail the New Year’s birth,
Let each sweet note waft up a pæan of praise,
Straight from a new-born Soul unto its Maker.”
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The New Year dawned, madly the bells clashed forth
Beneath the stars, I still knelt on—in peace.
Katie Duncan King.