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Hail January That Bearest Here
On Snowbright Breasts The Babe Faced Year
That Weeps And Trembles To Be Born.
Hail Maid And Mother Strong And Bright
Hooded And Cloaked And Shod With White
Whose Eyes Are Stars That Match The Morn.
Thy Forehead Braves The Storm"S Bent Bow
Thy Feet Enkindle Stars Of Snow.

Wan February With Weeping Cheer
Whose Cold Hand Guides The Youngling Year
Down Misty Roads Of Mire And Rime
Before Thy Pale And Fitful Face
The Shrill Wind Shifts The Clouds Apace
Through Skies The Morning Scarce May Climb.
Thine Eyes Are Thick With Heavy Tears
But Lit With Hopes That Light The Year"S.

Hail Happy March Whose Foot On Earth
Rings As The Blast Of Martial Mirth
When Trumpets Fire Men"S Hearts For Fray.
No Race Of Wild Things Winged Or Finned
May Match The Might That Wings Thy Wind
Through Air And Sea Through Scud And Spray.
Strong Joy And Thou Were Powers Twin Born
Of Tempest And The Towering Morn.

Crowned April King Whose Kiss Bade Earth
Bring Forth To Time Her Lordliest Birth
When Shakespeare From Thy Lips Drew Breath
And Laughed To Hold In One Soft Hand
A Spell That Bade The World"S Wheel Stand
And Power On Life And Power On Death
With Quiring Suns And Sunbright Showers
Praise Him The Flower Of All Thy Flowers.

Hail May Whose Bark Puts Forth Full Sailed
For Summer May Whom Chaucer Hailed
With All His Happy Might Of Heart
And Gave Thy Rosebright Daisy Tips
Strange Frarance From His Amorous Lips
That Still Thine Own Breath Seems To Part
And Sweeten Till Each Word They Say
Is Even A Flower Of Flowering May.

Strong June Superb Serene Elate
With Conscience Of Thy Sovereign State
Untouched Of Thunder Though The Storm
Scathe Here And There Thy Shuddering Skies
And Bid Its Lightning Cross Thine Eyes
With Fire Thy Golden Hours Inform
Earth And The Souls Of Men With Life
That Brings Forth Peace From Shining Strife.

Hail Proud July Whose Fervent Mouth
Bids Even Be Morn And North Be South
By Grace And Gospel Of Thy Word
Whence All The Splendour Of The Sea
Lies Breathless With Delight In Thee
And Marvel At The Music Heard
From The Ardent Silent Lips Of Noon
And Midnight"S Rapturous Plenilune.

Great August Lord Of Golden Lands
Whose Lordly Joy Through Seas And Strands
And All The Red Ripe Heart Of Earth
Strikes Passion Deep As Life And Stills
The Folded Vales And Folding Hills
With Gladness Too Divine For Mirth
The Gracious Glories Of Thine Eyes
Make Night A Noon Where Darkness Dies.

Hail Kind September Friend Whose Grace
Renews The Bland Year"S Bounteous Face
With Largess Given Of Corn And Wine
Through Many A Land That Laughs With Love
Of Thee And All The Heaven Above
More Fruitful Found Than All Save Thine
Whose Skies Fulfil With Strenuous Cheer
The Fervent Fields That Knew Thee Near.

October Of The Tawny Crown
Whose Heavy Laden Hands Drop Down
Blessing The Bounties Of Thy Breath
And Mildness Of Thy Mellowing Might
Fill Earth And Heaven With Love And Light
Too Sweet For Fear To Dream Of Death
Or Memory While Thy Joy Lives Yet
To Know What Joy Would Fain Forget.

Hail Soft November Though Thy Pale
Sad Smile Rebuke The Words That Hail
Thy Sorrow With No Sorrowing Words
Or Gratulate Thy Grief With Song
Less Bitter Than The Winds That Wrong
Thy Withering Woodlands Where The Birds
Keep Hardly Heart To Sing Or See
How Fair Thy Faint Wan Face May Be.

December Thou Whose Hallowing Hands
On Shuddering Seas And Hardening Lands
Set As A Sacramental Sign
The Seal Of Christmas Felt On Earth
As Witness Toward A New Year"S Birth
Whose Promise Makes Thy Death Divine
The Crowning Joy That Comes Of Thee
Makes Glad All Grief On Land Or Sea..

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