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 Shutting men's cries of suffering out

That startle the white-tressed Silences

Musing beside the fount of light

In the eternal space, to press

Their roses, each a nebula bright,

More closely to their lips serene,

While ye wear this unconscious mien!"

"Even so,"

The revelers said, "We'll have naught of woe;

Why should we mourn who have our fill?

Enough if the poor and hungry cry.

We from our plenty cast at will

Some crumbs to make their wet eyelids dry;

But to the rich the world is fair,

Why should we grovel in tears and prayer?"

In her innocent bliss

A fair bride said, with sweet earnestness,

"For the dear Year am I truly sad,

Since in its happy and hopeful days

Every brief hour my heart was glad,

And blessings were strewn in all my ways:

Will it be so forevermore?

Will the New Years bring of love new store?"

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