New Year Poems

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New Year Letter

Under the familiar weight
Of winter, conscience and the State,
In loose formations of good cheer,
Love, language, loneliness and fear,
Towards the habits of next year,
Along the streets the people flow,
Singing or sighing as they go:
Exalte, piano, or in doubt,
All our reflections turn about
A common meditative norm,
Retrenchment, Sacrifice, Reform.

The Double Man by W. H. Auden, 1941

New Year

For there shall come a mightier blast,
There shall be a darker day;
And the stars, from heaven down-cast,
Like red leaves be swept away!
Kyrie, eleyson!
Christe, eleyson!

Henry W. Longfellow as printed in The Book of Christmas by Hamilton Wright Mabie, 1909

A New Year’s Carol

AH! Dearest Jesus, Holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefil’d,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
My heart for very joy doth leap,
My lips no more can silence keep,
I too must sing, with joyful tongue,
That sweetest ancient cradle song,
“Glory to God in highest Heaven,
Who unto man His Son hath given.”
While angels sing, with pious mirth,
A glad New Year to all the earth.

Martin Luther as printed in The Book of Christmas by Hamilton Wright Mabie 1909

New Years Eve

Clash! Clash! peal the bells;
New Year life their welcome tells,
Wealth of sunny days to be.
Sing the joy-bells gleefully:
“Golden hours and days we give,
Hours and days in which to live
In the ways of truth and right.”
So the bells ring forth with might,
Heralding a future bright:
Clash! Clash! peal the bells.

G. Weatherly from Festival Poems: A Collection for Christmas, The New Year, Easter by K. B. R, 1884

Ring Out, Wild Bells

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Alfred Lord Tennyson as printed in The Book of Christmas by Hamilton Wright Mabie, 1909

Baby’s New Year

Long years have come and gone to us,
Who love thee, baby dear;
Untravelled are thy little feet,
And therefore only smiles shall greet
Thy happy first New Year.

Excerpt from Poems and Sonnets by Harriett Stockall, 1879

New Year Offering

The moments fly – a minute is gone!
The minutes fly – an hour is run!
The day is fled – The night is here!
Thus fly the weeks – the months, the year!

A New Year Offering by William Fiske, 1880

New Year

Each New Year is a leaf of our love’s rose;
It falls, but quick another rose-leaf grows.
So is the flower from year to year the same,
But richer, for the dead leaves feed its flame.
Richard Watson Gilder as printed in The Book of Christmas by Hamilton Wright Mabie 1909

New Year Song

Anither year its race has run,
And on this happy morn
We welcome wi’ the risin’ sun,
The year that’s newly born;
And though it whispers that the day
O’ death is drawin’ near,
Still it is welcome, and we say,
All hail, thou glad New Year!

The Printer’s Carnival and Other Poems by James Kelly 1875

“Smashing” in the New Year

The Old Year went out with much such a racket as we make nowadays,
but of quite a different kind.
We did not blow the New Year in,
we “smashed” it in.
When it was dark on New Year’s Eve,
we stole out with all the cracked and damaged crockery of the year
that had been hoarded for the purpose and,
hieing ourselves to some favorite neighbor’s door,
broke pots against it.
Then we ran, but not very far or very fast,
for it was part of the game that if one was caught at it,
he was to be taken in and treated to hot doughnuts.
The smashing was a mark of favor,
and the citizen who had most pots broken against his door,
was the most popular man in town.

Jacob Riis in The Old Town as printed in The Book of Christmas by Hamilton Wright Mabie, 1909