"A NEW SONG."

FRANCIS E. FALKENBURY.

The weary snow and slush lay on the road,
The winter sun smiled wanly all in vain,
It could not lift the bitter dragging load
That lay upon my heart with numbing pain.

A sullen wind blew harshly through the trees,
The starveling crows flapped cawing overhead;
And everything upon the earth did freeze,
While every hope within me drooped as dead.

There seemed no power that men should e'er call God,
There seemed no power our heavy prayers to heed,
No vision—for the sullen peoples trod
It underfoot and perished in their need.

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