Nineteen Fifteen

Time's holy gift Again, New Year! The bells of ages Ring for cheer.

— The Old Year didsl thou see him go With king-like tread, with crown of snow? Still true of heart, He called farewell His voice was lost By that great bell Whose echo from the sky was hurled, To thrill the great, expectant world.

O Father — God — hear thou the prayer • Of hearts that break — great earth-wide wail; Let not thy benediction fail For those bowed low in dire despair; For those who this dread day must live To die, or life for sacrifice to give; To die, lest honor shall be stained To die that faith shall be maintained To give the lives whose sacred worth Is not elsewhere in all the earth! Provo, 1914. ARETTA YOUNG.