Across the frozen spaces, And o'er the rounded hill, Listen to the echoing Of all the notes of song combined -- A Happy New Year's here. Old Father Time goes shuffling on; Today the infant year is born, Stands smiling with expectant eyes, Our year to fashion And revise. Conceived within our hearts, We hold the image Each has visioned of himself. Something to live by, grow toward, Finally achieve. If then we cannot reach the height Our spirit is contending, How happy he who strives. He adds a virtue here, And there chips off an edge Of faulty character. And each year draws new lines Of strength and grace To add unto this pattern Of his life. And each of us will know 'Tis well to say, On New Year's Day, I do resolve: To walk with cheerfulness Where'er I go; To do whatever task is mine The best I know; To write without delay; Be prompt to pay All obligations; With fine courtesy Invest my way, And generous judgment give To all my fellows; Thus will I strive to live Each day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 2. AND YET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE CAGED LION by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THERE IS NO DEATH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |