A song is in my heart,
For blessings by the way;
The old year now departs,
And portals of the day
Swing back and open wide
For holier, new desires
To enter and abide.
May contemplation be,
Each hour, O Love, of Thee—
Then, when is passed the year,
No vain regret, nor tear,
But from the heart
A song borne forth;
A lay without alloy—
My symphony of joy!
