A NEW YEAR Over the threshold a gallant new-comer Oh, welcome, New Year! with your stainless white pages, Worn with the footprints of close crowding years. Using with earnest devotion our powers UNKNOWN. THE NEW YEAR Who comes dancing over the snow, His soft little feet all bare and rosy? Take him in and hold him dear, He is the wonderful glad New Year. DINAH MARIA MULOCK. THE NEW YEAR Ring out, O bells, ring silver-sweet o'er hill and moor and fell! In mellow echoes, let your chimes their hopeful story tell. Ring out, ring out, all-jubilant, this joyous glad refrain: "A bright New Year, a glad New Year, hath come to us again!" Oh, who can say how much of joy within it there may be Stored up for us, who listen now to your sweet melody? Good-bye, Old Year! Tried, trusty friend, thy tale at last is told. O New Year, write thou thine for us in lines of brightest gold! UNKNOWN. ADDRESS TO THE NEW YEAR Friend, come thou like a friend; And, whether bright thy face, Or dim with clouds we cannot comprehend, We'll hold out patient hands, each in his place, And trust thee to the end, Knowing thou leadest onwards to those spheres DINAH MARIA MULOCK. WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY WASHINGTON HERE may the wearied eye repose W When gazing on the Great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state? Bequeath the name of Washington, To make men blush there was but one! LORD BYRON. THE TWENTY-SECOND OF FEBRUARY Pale is the February sky, And brief the mid-day's sunny hours; The wind-swept forest seems to sigh For the sweet time of leaves and flowers. Yet has no month a prouder day, Not even when the summer broods O'er meadows in their fresh array, Or autumn tints the glowing woods. NOTE.-Selections suitable for Washington's Birthday will be found also under Independence Day, Patriots' Day, Bunker Hill Day, and Flag Day. For this chill season now again Brings, in its annual round, the morn Lo, where, beneath an icy shield, Broadening, the lordly river goes. The wildest storm that sweeps through space, Can raise no ripple on his face, Or slacken his majestic course. Thus, 'mid the wreck of thrones, shall live WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. ODE FOR WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY Welcome to the day returning, While the torch of Faith is burning, Long as Freedom's altars glow! See the hero whom it gave us Slumbering on a mother's breast; For the arm he stretched to save us, Hear the tale of youthful glory, While of Britain's rescued band Friend and foe repeat the story, Spread his fame o'er sea and land, Where the red cross, proudly streaming, Flaps above the frigate's deck, Where the golden lilies, gleaming, Star the watch-towers of Quebec. Look! The shadow on the dial Marks the hour of deadlier strife; Days of terror, years of trial, Lo, the youth, becomes her leader! Vain is Empire's mad temptation! "By the name that you inherit, By the sufferings you recall, Cherish the fraternal spirit; Love your country first of all! Listen not to idle questions If its bands may be untied; Doubt the patriot whose suggestions Strive a nation to divide!" |