NEW Year met me somewhat sad: Old Year leaves me tired, Stripped of favourite things I had, Baulked of much desired: Yet farther on my road to-day, God willing, farther on my way. New Year coming on apace, What have you to give me? Bring you scathe or bring you grace, Face me with an honest face, You shall not deceive me: Be it good or ill, be it what you will, It needs shall help me on my road, My rugged way to heaven, please God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB by GEORGE GORDON BYRON KILLED IN ACTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED DREAM-LOVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |