Let us look forward to Morning wondrous
That would greet us with benediction marvelous
May the Powers that be forgive our romance,
Dreaming of human feats worthy of heavenly bliss
The daring vanity to conceive of bloom in doom
On this dawn of the New Year, the dear departed move us into sobs
Subterranean stirrings unleash a flood of bitterness
Sheer agony of brethren, O Lord, breed in us distress
Touch us and heal us, bless our rejoicings, celebrations
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