Versamelde gedigte

1945

A new year, nascent with replenished hope

Of peace, and the proud, heartening certainty -

Even though, still battle-blinded, we may grope

In darkened ways - of crowning victory.

For five dread years its advent found in thrall

The many martyred millions; doubt and fear

And pain and suffering, like a shrouding pall,

Lay o'er the promise of each new-born year.

Now this one turns the after-night to gleam,

Forelightening the glory of the day

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And the rich splendour of the rising sun.

 

With faith confirmed, in fancy we may dream

 

Of States redeemed, where right and justice sway

 

The ending act ere this great play is done.