The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
... We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year.
New Year's eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.
Resolve to make at least one person happy every day, and then in ten years you may have made three thousand, six hundred and fifty persons happy.
A very happy New Year to everyone!
