Through the darkness ringing, ringing,
Come their voices bright and glad—
With their music bringing, bringing,
Thoughts that bid us ne’er be sad—
Bid us turn from thoughts of sadness,
For our dead hopes cease to sorrow;
Tell us of the dawn of gladness,
Hopes that brighten on the morrow.
Hear the bells! their voices saying:—
“Now the Old Year’s sunk to rest
With the pealing of our voices
Dawns the New Year,—that is best.”
Zarion E. Weigle.
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