NEW Year met me somewhat sad: Old Year leaves me tired, Stripped of favourite things I had, Baulked of much desired: Yet farther on my road to-day, God willing, farther on my way. New Year coming on apace, What have you to give me? Bring you scathe or bring you grace, Face me with an honest face, You shall not deceive me: Be it good or ill, be it what you will, It needs shall help me on my road, My rugged way to heaven, please God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY THE LUMINOUS HANDS OF GOD by ELEANOR WARFIELD KENLY BACON AFFINITES: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND ROBERT E. LEE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE DREAMING MAN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |