NEW YEAR
Though the sun rise as usual
Bright as the other ‘morn;
Though to its path it goes
Hot as the other ‘noon;
Though it past over us as usual
We sit and stand as the other time;
Though it reach the west as usual
We begin to shiver as the other ‘eve;
Thought its same with all the other days;
Yet in the heart of every being
Is there the joy of something new:
The new of a New Year.
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