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Show POET'S NEW YEAR. England's Official Poet-Laureate Produces Pro-duces Lines in Honor of the ' New Yeai. New York, Jan. 1. Alfred Austin, the poet-laureate. In a New Year's poem of some length entitled "Moving- Onward,' On-ward,' published today in the London Times, says: Years moving onward, onward. Whence, and whither, and why? Age after ago In tho self-same world, with the self-same stars In the sky; The self-same glory of light In hcavon and light that Is still on the way; Ou Hooking gaze of the damsel dawn and droop of declining day; All things always the same, unchanged, unchangeable, all save we, Who come like clouds, like clouds disappear, disap-pear, form and fall like waves of the sea; Message and meeting of severed friends, Yule carol. New Year chime. And eternity moving on and on, the passionless pas-sionless wheels of time; Peace but a hungry duel for life darkening darken-ing to menace of war. And Muscovite legions tramping on, doing do-ing the will of the Tsar But still tho glory of light In heaven and light that Is still on Its way. Faint hearts that despond of tomorrow, look up, and be dono with despair or dismay, For British sentinels stand erect at the fortress gates of the world, And the British Hag is on every sea with its splendid symbol unfurled, And the Lord of Right still sits on his throne, still wielos his sceptro and rod, And the winds and the waves and the years move on, doing the will of God. |