YET once again in wintry ways The grey world rolls its tale of days; And though its breast be chill and frore, Still holds the songs of Spring in store, The Autumn rains, the Summer blaze. Season to season, phase to phase Succeed, and pass: what seems a maze Is but Life's ordered course gone o'er Yet once again. So, through this drear December haze, We, fearless, turn our forward gaze, As those who know, from days before, What has been once will be once more, -- Good Hap or ill, and Blame, and Praise, Yet once again! |