By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 01, 2015 The Chimes By Pliny A. Wiley I heard the chimes on New Year’s morn,In silvery cadence far and near,Proclaim another monarch born,Lord of the cycle of the year. They rang to honor and to praiseThe King of Time whom all revere.He grants the months, the weeks, the days,The seasons of the circling year. They rang so long, so clear, so sweetThat heaven and earth repeat the strain.Men prayed for Time ...
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