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On the last night of the old year, nineteen hundred and five, I attended the watch-night services at the First Methodist Episcopal Church in Bridgeport. I had previously prepared a poem entitled "The Message of the Old Year" which I recited there, and with this I, too, will bid you all "good-night."
List to the clanging bells of time, / Tolling, tolling a low, sad chime, / A requiem chant o'er the grand Old Year, / Hark! he is speaking, and bids us hear:
"Friends, I am dying, my hours are few, / This is the message I leave for you- / Bought with a price, ye are not your own, / Live for the Master and him alone.
"Gather the sheep from the mountains cold, / Gather them into the Shepherd's fold, / Work for his cause till your work is done, / Stand by the cross till your crown is won.
"Epworth League, there are hosts above / Watching your labor of zeal and love, / Faithful abide till your days are past, / Then what a joy will be yours at last.
"I shall be gone ere the newborn year / Comes in its beauty the world to cheer: / Once I was young, and my flowers were bright- / Think of me kindly. Good-night! Good-night!"