Humble and keen my brain and body I kept, and watched the clock tick,
Meditating the last twelve and the next same, and on my chin felt my palm some prick;
And it drew near the end of a year, and a be and begin of another,
And I thought it would be fair of success flare, for such I felt to author:
I waited along and shunned the scare of a queer, eagerly night of thirty and one,
The question obscure and a thought impure- will I another that's full and happy, earn?
So solemn I sat and chest did pat, and I felt it beat than it had been, stranger,
And I bled some sweat and bowed my head, as if I was giving in to an invincible danger,
Then I heard the alarm strike gong and hard, and so I began to thank the Eye,
That saw little me from shore to shore oar, across tides, low and high.
For deeds Him I thanked and prayed for needs, and verve enough to do.
And again I did for my kith and kin that I didn't see within, to have a happy of blessings
(For they were at home on hill, and I, had gone to roam and rove down the trail and rail):
I had received something from them, that I well perceived to wish me Good Year, and that
thing was just a mail.
Now, I was just done when fireworks began, and methinks those things unfit for children;
They burst and blasted, and I first thought they cursed the air, but no! don't think as
bad my dear brethren.
When I watched as right and got the light, it was like a piece of paper and a brush of
Though they bombed the ear that you could hardly hear, the eyes couldn't say no to a sky
Then round I gazed and was just amazed, by the beauty and bright of the city,
And did enjoy I and did thank why, I came to rove and rotate in it;
From side to side and far and wide came out the roar of youth and young,
And I thought a bit and quietly I said, '' I ought to sing the joy, some earlier unsung.''
So in tow I took, and louder I seemed to grow than all who'd began before,
And unique and okay I sung, and my way many seemed to adore;
So the soloist I became and waist I twisted, and they followed with a grin and will,
And us and all and I think by Jesus, our hearts Holy Ghost did fill.
So by so doing they called Solo, and I've taken them to lead, by and by,
And I've often told them to love to praise the Providence, and not themselves and I,
And if they will Himself shall fill their lives with a year, and anew and anew,
And from Jan to May and again to Jan, they'll ever sing and say, 'Happy New Year for me
and for you! '