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James Whitcomb Riley - A New Year`s PlaintJames Whitcomb Riley - A New Year`s Plaint
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In words like weeds, I`ll wrap me o`er,     Like coarsest clothes against the cold;     But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.                         --TENNYSON. The bells that lift their yawning throats     And lolling tongues with wrangling cries Flung up in harsh, discordant notes,     As though in anger, at the skies,-- Are filled with echoings replete,     With purest tinkles of delight-- So I would have a something sweet     Ring in the song I sing to-night. As when a blotch of ugly guise     On some poor artist`s naked floor Becomes a picture in his eyes,     And he forgets that he is poor,-- So I look out upon the night,     That ushers in the dawning year, And in a vacant blur of light     I see these fantasies appear. I see a home whose windows gleam     Like facets of a mighty gem That some poor king`s distorted dream     Has fastened in his diadem. And I behold a throng that reels     In revelry of dance and mirth, With hearts of love beneath their heels,     And in their bosoms hearts of earth. O Luxury, as false and grand     As in the mystic tales of old, When genii answered man`s command,     And built of nothing halls of gold! O Banquet, bright with pallid jets,     And tropic blooms, and vases caught In palms of naked statuettes,     Ye can not color as ye ought! For, crouching in the storm without,     I see the figure of a child, In little ragged roundabout,     Who stares with eyes that never smiled-- And he, in fancy can but taste     The dainties of the kingly fare, And pick the crumbs that go to waste     Where none have learned to kneel in prayer. Go, Pride, and throw your goblet down--     The "merry greeting" best appears On loving lips that never drown     Its worth but in the wine of tears; Go, close your coffers like your hearts,     And shut your hearts against the poor, Go, strut through all your pretty parts     But take the "Welcome" from your door.
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