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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