Chapter 6
answered by lillian whiting read for librivox dot org by rachel murray what will the new year bring to us thus wrote last year a treasured friend What hold the months in their hidden clasp? What rare new gifts will the angels send? Half lightly the words were penned, I know, and lightly I read them one moonlit night,
when the sunset and moonrise seemed to blend, as I watched from the window the changing light. Yet half expectant I questioned, too, half fearing, half shrinking, from all it might hold. And the darkness deepened around as I stood,
and the winter moonlight grew white and cold. Again I stand on the threshold of another year untried. The shadow of a sculptured cross falls dimly at my side. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
