New Year's Eve

The air is pulsing as with crowding wings. Migrant Ideals and valiant-hearted Dreams, The Heavenly vanguard of eternity, Muster to cross the frontier of new days. A brave unhasting company, they throng Out of old years with life's immortal zest,— In gleaming panoply of seraphim Advance these dauntless heralds of all good. 'Tis midnight hour. The clanging bells break forth. The march of man has crossed the boundary Into another year. Close up the ranks! Our ancients bid, fare on! New Year, Salute! The promise of the past is on your knees. The glory of all time is unto God.