NEW YEAR, 1916

Horowhenua Chronicle, 24 March 1916, Page 3

NEW YEAR, 1916

(These Xaw Year verses have been specially written ror the Sunday i'iclonaj i>y Lieut. Herbert Asquith, second feon of the Prime Minister", ana defined by some fco be on© os the most gifted of our youngest poets.) Tiie Old Year goes with ail its vanished flow'rs; Across the fields we hear the distant .bells; To other music fade the dying hours, .Leaving a heritage of long farewells. >» hat ivorid is this to which the New l'ear oomt» A world by God torgotten, lost to man>? - weary battlefield of broken homes, A red monotony without a plan r .No! Love and Laughter live; and Chivalry fcStiil holds the seas from sunset to the dawn; The secred wells of Honour are not dry, Audi still for her the brightest blades are drawn I The young Crusaders go to battle singing, And we, who listen to that song, may know Again the bei'ls of freedom twill be ringing, As they were rung a hundred years ego. —Herbert Asquith.