Clarence Rexford Raymond
A Song for the New Year
Your Pastor's Greeting
So speed the singing, sighing years !
They sing or sigh as we shall choose,
Our cup is filled with songs or tears,
For each shall have what each will use.
Rebuff and sorrow, loss and sin
Assail us all, the victor must
Be prophet by a light within,
The peace serene of those who trust.
The stars and flowers are for the seers,-
To them God gives eternal youth,
Glad songs are theirs, for them no tears
Can dim the vision of the truth.
So, comrades, let us choose the song,
The years shall greet us growing young,
Their challenge find us righting wrong
And glad our songs are not all sung.
C. R. R.
January First, Nineteen Hundred and Seven.
Congregational Parsonage, Flushing, New York City.
