New Year

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

MORTAL:

      ‘The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;
      Who is it knocking at my door?’

THE NEW YEAR:

      ‘I am Good Cheer.’

MORTAL:

      ‘Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope.
      What seek you here?’

THE NEW YEAR:

      ‘Friend, let me in; my name is Hope.’

MORTAL:

      ‘And mine is Failure; you but mock the life you seek to bless.
      Pass on.’

THE NEW YEAR:

      ‘Nay, open wide the door; I am Success.’

MORTAL:

      ‘But I am ill and spent with pain; too late has come your wealth.
      I cannot use it.’

THE NEW YEAR:

      ‘Listen, friend; I am Good Health.’

MORTAL:

      ‘Now, wide I fling my door. Come in, and your fair statements
   prove.’

THE NEW YEAR:

      ‘But you must open, too, your heart, for I am Love.’

 

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