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 A New Year's Carol

Awake, awake! The world is young,

For all its weary years of thought:

The starkest fights must still be fought,

The most surprising songs be sung.

And those who have no other Gods

May still behold, if they bestir,

The windy amphitheatre

Where dawn the timeless periods.

Then hear the shouting-voice of men

Magniloquently rise and ring:

Their flashing eyes and measured swing

Prove that the world is young again.

I was beyond the hills, and heard

That old and fervent Goddess call,

Whose voice is like a waterfall,

And sweeter than the singing-bird.

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