O, shining star of solstice time,
Your radiant hours are few.
You turn and strike the New Year's chime.
We owe our lives to you.
These darkest days of winter,
We miss your warming rays;
But every year this hemisphere
Returns to brighter days.
Since olden days the human race
Has feared your warmth would die.
The evergreen is ever seen
As hope we will survive.
O, ancient drums, stop beating,
And superstitions fall !
It's time for Reason's Greetings,
For peace, goodwill to all.
Copyright 1987, by Dan Barker