Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
New Year’s Morning (Excerpt)
by Helen Hunt Jackson
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.
The Old Year
John Clare (1793 – 1864)
The Old Year’s gone away ..To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day .Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place . .In either shade or sun: The last year he’d a neighbour’s face, . .In this he’s known by none.
All nothing everywhere: . .Mists we on mornings see Have more of substance when they’re here . .And more of form than he. He was a friend by every fire, . .In every cot and hall– A guest to every heart’s desire, . .And now he’s nought at all.
Old papers thrown away, . .Old garments cast aside, The talk of yesterday, . .Are things identified; But time once torn away . .No voices can recall: The eve of New Year’s Day . .Left the Old Year lost to all.
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