Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true

All Life needs for life is possible to will.

Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.