The Poetry Corner

New Year's Day.

By Thomas Frederick Young

Hail! joyous morn. Hail! happy day, That ushers in another year, Fraught with what sorrow, none can say, Nor with what pain, to mortals here. Another year has roll'd away, With all its sorrows, joys and fears, But still the light of hope's glad ray, Yet beams within our heart, and cheers. One year, one span of time has pass'd, So swift to some, to others slow; But it has gone, and we should cast Along with it, remorse and woe. Of things we've done, or only thought, 'Tis useless now the bitter tear, Of actions unavailing wrought, Let them repose upon their bier. We should, indeed, e'en yet atone For what our reason says we can, But never let remorse's groan Degrade us from our state as man. Let us discharge the debts we owe, But still some debts will be unpaid; But we, if we forgive, also, Should ne'er, despairing, feel afraid. The future is before us still, And to that future we should gaze, With hope renew'd, with firmer will, To tread life's weary, tangl'd maze. We ne'er should let the gloomy past, Bow down our heads in dark despair, But we should keep those lessons fast, Which e'en our follies taught us there. Experience, so dearly bought, By folly, or by ignorance, Should, in our inmost system wrought, Our daily life improve, advance. Then let us press towards the goal, The common goal of all mankind, Go on, while seasons onward roll, Nor cast one fainting look behind. And, as we journey through this year, Let us in watchfulness beware Of all that brings remorseful tear, Or future terror and despair. Let us with thoughtful vision scan Each step we take, each act we do, That we may meet our brother man, With no unrighteous thing to rue. A happy, happy, bright New Year, I wish to all the sons of men, With happy hearts, and merry cheer, Till it has roll'd its round again.