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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.