New Year met me somewhat sad:
Old Year leaves me tired,
Stripped of favorite things I had,
Baulked of much desired:
Yet farther on my road today,
God willing, farther on my way.
New Year coming on apace,
What have you to give me?
Bring you scathe or bring you grace,
Face me with an honest face,
You shall not deceive me:
Be it good or ill, be it what you will,
It needs shall help me on my road,
My rugged way to heaven, please God.
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