Part 10 — THE NEW YEAR
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Across the heath the day-gleam creeps, The landscape glows with radiance fair Above the hill the sun-god peeps, And flings the points of glory there. In bosky dell and upland glade, Dame Nature sets her signet bright— Where rippling rill and mossy fen Flash glistening in the glorious light. Now comes the bride, a sylvan sprite, Bedecked in robes of spotless hue; Reluctant stands, in sweet affright, Aglisten with the morning dew; Then speeds away, in merry chase To run the course so well begun; God grant her strength and days of grace, To win the race ere set of sun. W. O. Thomas.