New Year Song

O SORROW, go thy way and leave me ;
Weary am I of thee, thou sorrow old.
Unclasp thy hand from mine and cease to grieve me ;
Fade like the winter sunset dim and cold.
Depart, and trouble me no longer ;
Die, vanish with forgotten yesterdays.
Eastward the darkness melts, the light grows stronger.
And dawn breaks sweet across the shrouding haze.
Die and depart, Old Year, old sorrow!
Welcome, O morning air of health and strength !
O glad New Year, bring us new hope to-morrow,
With blossom, leaf, and fruitage bright at length.
Celia Thaxter.