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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Psalm For New Year’s Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A FRIEND stands at the door; <br>In either tight-closed hand <br>Hiding rich gifts, three hundred and three score: <br>Waiting to strew them daily o'er the land <br>Even as seed the sower. <br>Each drops he, treads it in and passes by: <br>It cannot be made fruitful till it die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O good New Year, we clasp <br>This warm shut hand of thine, <br>Loosing forever, with half sigh, half gasp, <br>That which from ours falls like dead fingers' twine: <br>Ay, whether fierce its grasp <br>Has been, or gentle, having been, we know <br>That it was blessed: let the Old Year go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O New Year, teach us faith! <br>The road of life is hard: <br>When our feet bleed and scourging winds us scathe, <br>Point thou to Him whose visage was more marred <br>Than any man's: who saith <br>'Make straight paths for your feet'--and to the opprest-- <br>'Come ye to Me, and I will give you rest.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet hang some lamp-like hope <br>Above this unknown way, <br>Kind year, to give our spirits freer scope <br>And our hands strength to work while it is day. <br>But if that way must slope <br>Tombward, O bring before our fading eyes <br>The lamp of life, the Hope that never dies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comfort our souls with love,-- <br>Love of all human kind; <br>Love special, close--in which like sheltered dove <br>Each weary heart its own safe nest may find; <br>And love that turns above <br>Adoringly; contented to resign <br>All loves, if need be, for the Love Divine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friend, come thou like a friend, <br>And whether bright thy face, <br>Or dim with clouds we cannot comprehend,-- <br>We'll hold out patient hands, each in his place, <br>And trust thee to the end. <br>Knowing thou leadest onwards to those spheres <br>Where there are neither days nor months nor years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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In either tight-closed hand 
Hiding rich gifts, three hundred and three score: 
Waiting to strew them daily o'er the land 
Even as seed the sower. 
Each drops he, treads it in and passes by: 
It cannot be made fruitfu..."></div>
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