The New Year - Poem by John Luke
Brothers and sisters, every friend,
How fast this year will end;
And so soon coming is the new year,
A brilliant age to see and hear.
Everything prosperous will grow,
From the head to the toe;
And like a solid rock and stone,
Faith and courage stay in every bone.
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