Wednesday, December 31, 2014

New Year's Morning

New Year's Morning


Only a night, from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
 The Old Year’s heart all weary grew,
But said: “The New Year rest has brought.”




The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
 “The blossoms of the New Year’s crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.”


The Old Year’s heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
 And cried: “I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.


But to the New Year’s generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
 True love it shall understand;
By all my failures it shall learn.



I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
 I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet peace where I leave strife.”



Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
 The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.




Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
 Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
 Morn of a festival to keep.


All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
 All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.




Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
 The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.




~Helen Hunt Jackson~

Wishing you, yours and mine all a most healthy, happy and prosperous 2015!  
To beginning again~




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