Sixty-Four and Sixty-Five.
"I do bless thee, young year—thy glance
Shines to my failing sight
Like flashing steel of a fearless lance,
Uplifted for the right;
Thy hand is warm, and firm, and strong,
And the bright head bowing here
Will never bend before the wrong—
I do bless thee, young year!"
Shines to my failing sight
Like flashing steel of a fearless lance,
Uplifted for the right;
Thy hand is warm, and firm, and strong,
And the bright head bowing here
Will never bend before the wrong—
I do bless thee, young year!"
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