To The New Year
by L. Smith
My sweet New Year, I greet you!
Memory's broken toys
I leave with the Old Year--
You bring new life, new joys.
With outstretched hands I greet you!
Your breath is like the morn;
Your smiles cover memory--
Again new hopes are born.
With love I meet and greet you!
Give me your brave strong hand,
And lead me swiftly onward:
'T is dangerous here to stand.
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