NEW YEAR

I saw on the hills of the morning,
    The form of the New Year arise,
He stood like a statue adorning
    The world with a background of skies.
There were courage and grace in his beautiful face,
    And hope in his glorious eyes.

"I come from Time's boundless forever,"
    He said, with a voice like a song,
"I come as a friend to endeavour,
    I come as a foe to all wrong.
To the sad and afraid I bring promise of aid,
    And the weak I will gird and make strong.

"I bring you more blessings than terrors,
    I bring you more sunlight than gloom,
I tear out your page of old errors,
    And hide them away in Time's tomb.
I reach you clean hands, and lead on to the lands
    Where the lilies of peace are in bloom."

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.


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