Poems of Pleasure — New Year

NEW YEAR.

I saw on the hills of the morning, The form of the New Year arise, He stood like a statue adorning The world with a background of skies.

There were courage and grace in his beautiful face, And hope in his glorious eyes.

“I come from Time’s boundless forever,” He said, with a voice like a song.

“I come as a friend to endeavor, I come as a foe to all wrong.

To the sad and afraid I bring promise of aid, And the weak I will gird and make strong.

“I bring you more blessings than terrors, I bring you more sunlight than gloom, I tear out your page of old errors, And hide them away in Time’s tomb.

I reach you clean hands, and lead on to the lands Where the lilies of peace are in bloom.

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