Let not the bells ring
From church to church
And here
Here you pine sad:
For though the house be old
Yet it housed yet untold
Rising of civilizations new
Future revolutions too
Dispelling of much dark
And
Light
Light so much light!
Therefore
Rise and be in joy
At least this end of year
Beginning of the Next
Will see joy in your face!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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