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When with clanging and with ringing / Comes the year's initial day, / I can feel the rhythmic swinging / Of the world upon its way; / And though Right still wears a fetter, / And though Justice still is blind, / Time's beyond is always better / Than the paths he leaves behind.
In our eons of existence, / As we circle through the night, / We annihilate the distance / 'Twixt the darkness and the light. / From beginnings crude and lowly, / Round and round our souls have trod / Through the circles, winding slowly / Up to knowledge and to God.