Poem January 3, 1901 Issue

The New Year

BY LISKA STILLMAN CHURCHILL.

Welcome the glad New Year;
Welcome, thrice welcome here.
Turn from the ways
Of idle days;
All ye who hear,
Welcome new cheer.
Casting old sins away,
Welcome this glad new day.

From God's own hand we came;
Love like His own we claim,
Of Him a part,
Soul, mind, and heart,
All are His gift,
Each voice uplift,
Sing we His praise on High;
His own can never die.

We take our stand to-day,
Facing the Better Way;
Peace and good-will,
Proclaiming still,
To all mankind;
No longer blind,
Holding with all our might,
Good, our Divine birthright.

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