Last night the Old Year passed away, all
      Scarred with guilt and sin;
      This morn the New Year, pure and white,
      Time's angel ushered in.
The starry midnight gates were flung
      Upon their hinges wide,
      The angels dipped their silv'ry oars in
      Time's incoming tide.
~Eliza A. Wetherby Otis (1833–1904)

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