Thursday, January 01, 2004

*~ 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 y 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 pace 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

~ by Helen Hunt Jackson ~


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