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Ballads and Lyrics of Socialism 1883-1908 . Nesbit, E. (Edith), 1858–1924.
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New Year Song

  • WE climb the hill; the mist conceals
  • That valley where we could not stay;
  • Surely this hill’s crest, gained, reveals
  • The glory of the sunlit day.
  • The hill is climbed. Still shadow‐land—
  • Still darkling looms another hill.
  • Oh, weary feet!—climb that to find
  • A new ascent, ’mid shadows still!
  • We dare not stop or think of rest,
  • This one hill may be all that lies
  • Between us and our souls’ desire—
  • The splendour of the eastern skies.
  • Through long long lives we till and tend,
  • Sow, weed, and water, all in vain;
  • Without the flower we looked to find,
  • Each year springs, blooms, and dies again.
  • Bowed down with our unanswered prayers,
  • Our face averted from our past,
  • We watch each year grow green, and cry,
  • ‘Surely this brings our flower at last!’
  • Failure on failure! What! tired out?
  • Too tired to live? Ah, dare you die
  • When this new year may bud and bear
  • Your longed‐for flower of Liberty?
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