3.New
Year's Morning
By - Helen Hunt Jackson
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 un slacked.
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 sac navy nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sac navy 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.
4.Celebrate The New Year
Let us all gather round and cheer,
With a drink of wine or an ice cold beer
Perhaps
you're like me and don't drink the swill,
Or your like my grandparents who live on pills.
Maybe
this world seems harsh at times,
Or its just that most of us just like to whine.
I'd
say that this is a great place to be,
It all depends on how we can see.
True
we've had bad things in the past,
But we know in our hearts that these will not
last.
If we try our best to be simple and pure,
There's nothing our hopes and dreams cannot
cure.
So,
I don't know the value this is worth,
But lets all try to be happy and heal Mother
Earth!
Happy
New Year!
5. The Old Year
By- John Clare
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 neighbor’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 naught at all.
Old papers thrown
away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
All things identified;
But times once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year's Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.
