Passing

The mooD hangs pw ta the sputb southwest, llieairi. stlll and coldj Earth Is sleeping in winter res( And the year Is very okl. We gather around hls dylng bed . For the Chrlstmaa chimes are done; Quietly lies the old white head And the hours goone byone. 'ïlsthelas) long nlght, the old cloch hands .... ' """ close U the midnight hour; 11, .!,,,.,-,. tha.( boara the New Vear, stands On the other stde Heaven'a door! Ltstenlna; close for the last, short breath: Feellng the hearts soft beat, e stand In the awfnl shades of Death ïtli moveless, spell-bound feet. ' Opeas the Old rear's dylng eye Piashes hls sonl.s' laü llghi ■ And lic lifts hi, hand I tlip bendlng sky And the calm, clear stars if nlght, ' He strugglea fpr breath; a love sweet gong Floats, likean echo lost brom the Chrlstmas bells, o'ei the worid so Asleep in the armsoi frost. AWrai-. glad h.vm.i: the cates above Tliat Iohk havo waitin been Swing back lo the sesame of love And let the New Vear in.