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Show PAGE ANTKY OK 1020 J i'ageant of beauty O wonderful world! idle New Year is arisen With banners unfurled. With procession of Splendor On swif t-moving wings, She beckons us onward To high-purposed things. She cries for surcease Of man's wrong against man To the world crieth, "Peace, Good will T'is God's plan." Her lights shine' as beacons Guiding ships safe to shore! Life's goal will she anchor in Earth's sheltered moor. Her feet are not laggard They move like swift tide. Cho'ce gifts are her cargo She scatters them wide. Time seemeth the sweeter For her cherubic charms O hasten to greet her With welcoming arms Isabelle Ruby Ru-by Owen. |