Poem December 27, 1900 ISSUE

The New Century

By J. E. Downey

WE stand expectant at the portal Of the new century's dawning day; We catch the sounds of strains immortal As mists and darkness melt away; And as we gaze, the view resplendent Grows brighter as the day comes on, Till scenes and sounds become transcendent, Which were but faint at early dawn.

We heard the inspired poet singing, About "The Christ that is to be," And our hearts throbbed as it came ringing So grandly to us 'cross the sea. But now we sing a newer chorus About the loving Christ that IS, As the transforming thought comes o'er us That every living soul is His.

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