The New Year
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- Not while the snow-shroud round dead earth is rolled,
- And naked branches point to frozen skies,--
- When orchards burn their lamps of fiery gold,
- The grape glows like a jewel, and the corn
- A sea of beauty and abundance lies,
- Then the new year is born.
- Look where the mother of the months uplifts
- In the green clearness of the unsunned West,
- Her ivory horn of plenty, dropping gifts,
- Cool, harvest-feeding dews, fine-winnowed light;
- Tired labor with fruition, joy and rest
- Profusely to requite.
- Blow, Israel, the sacred cornet! Call
- Back to thy courts whatever faint heart throb
- With thine ancestral blood, thy need craves all.
- The red, dark year is dead, the year just born
- Leads on from anguish wrought by priest and mob,
- To what undreamed-of morn?
- For never yet, since on the holy height,
- The Temple's marble walls of white and green
- Carved like the sea-waves, fell, and the world's light
- Went out in darkness,--never was the year
- Greater with portent and with promise seen,
- Than this eve now and here.
- Even as the Prophet promised, so your tent
- Hath been enlarged unto earth's farthest rim.
- To snow-capped Sierras from vast steppes ye went,
- Through fire and blood and tempest-tossing wave,
- For freedom to proclaim and worship Him,
- Mighty to slay and save.
- High above flood and fire ye held the scroll,
- Out of the depths ye published still the Word.
- No bodily pang had power to swerve your soul:
- Ye, in a cynic age of crumbling faiths,
- Lived to bear witness to the living Lord,
- Or died a thousand deaths.
- In two divided streams the exiles part,
- One rolling homeward to its ancient source,
- One rushing sunward with fresh will, new heart.
- By each the truth is spread, the law unfurled,
- Each separate soul contains the nation's force,
- And both embrace the world.
- Kindle the silver candle's seven rays,
- Offer the first fruits of the clustered bowers,
- The garnered spoil of bees. With prayer and praise
- Rejoice that once more tried, once more we prove
- How strength of supreme suffering still is ours
- For Truth and Law and Love.
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