OVER the threshold a gallant new-comer Steppeth with tread that is royal to see; White as the winter-time, rosy as summer, Hope in his eyes, and with laugh ringing free. Lo! in his hands there are gifts overflowing, Promises, prophecies, come in his train; O'er him the dawn in its beauty is glowing, Banishing shadows of sorrow and pain. Oh, welcome, New Year! with your stainless white pages, Though we may blot them ere long with our tears; So it has been through the long passing ages, Worn with the footprints of close crowding years. Welcome, sweet Year! may the full-handed hours Find us like servants, trusty and true, Using with earnest devotion our powers To be worthy our Master and worthy of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON READING WHITMAN IN A TOILET STALL by TIMOTHY LIU THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG |