BY ANNIE S. WALLIS.
I know not what you have in store,
New Year, while waiting at your door;
But, oh, 'tis best I cannot see
What's wisely hidden now from me;
Enough to daily walk with Him,
Who safely keeps 'mid shadows dim!
So come, New Year's, ope wide your door;
For Love Divine shall shine yet more,
And carols, as at Christmastide,
Sing of His Peace, whate'er betide.
Troy Times. December 31, 1925: 9 col 3.