Emily Huntington Miller

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New Year Song

They say that the year is old and gray,That his eyes are dim with sorrow;But what care we, though he pass away?For the New Year comes tomorrow. No sighs have we for the roses fled,No tears for the vanished summer;Fresh flowers will spring where the old are dead,To welcome the glad new comer. He brings…

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Oh Realm of Light!

Oh realm of light! whose morning starTo Bethlehem’s manger led the way,Not yet upon our longing eyesShines the full splendor of thy day:Yet still across the centuries fall,Both strong and sweet, our Lord’s command;And still with steadfast faith we cry,“Behold, the kingdom is at hand!” Oh realm of Heav’n! whose dawn beganWith love’s divine, incarnate…

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The Wood-Dove’s Note

Meadows with yellow cowslips all aglow,Glory of sunshine on the uplands bare,And faint and far, with sweet elusive flow,The Wood-dove’s plaintive call,‘O where! where! where!’ Straight with old Omar in the almond groveFrom whitening boughs I breathe the odors rareAnd hear the princess mourning for her loveWith sad unwearied plaint,‘O where! where! where!’ New madrigals…