New Years Morning

Read 'New Years Morning' by 'Helen Hunt Jackson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

New Years Morning by Helen Hunt Jackson

 Only a night from old to new! 
Only a night, and so much wrought! 
The Old Year's heart all weary grew, 
But said: The New Year rest has brought." 
The Old Year's hopes its heart laid down, 
As in a grave; but trusting, said: 
"The blossoms of the New Year's crown 
Bloom from the ashes of the dead." 
The Old Year's heart was full of greed; 
With selfishness it longed and ached, 
And cried: "I have not half I need. 
My thirst is bitter and unslaked. 
But to the New Year's generous hand 
All gifts in plenty shall return; 
True love it shall understand; 
By all y failures it shall learn. 
I have been reckless; it shall be 
Quiet and calm and pure of life. 
I was a slave; it shall go free, 
And find sweet pace where I leave strife." 

Only a night from old to new! 
Never a night such changes brought. 
The Old Year had its work to do; 
No New Year miracles are wrought. 

Always a night from old to new! 
Night and the healing balm of sleep! 
Each morn is New Year's morn come true, 
Morn of a festival to keep. 
All nights are sacred nights to make 
Confession and resolve and prayer; 
All days are sacred days to wake 
New gladness in the sunny air. 
Only a night from old to new; 
Only a sleep from night to morn. 
The new is but the old coem true; 
Each sunrise sees a new year born.

Form: Lyric

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