Old Years and New
Old years and new years, all blended into one,
The best of what there is to be, the best of what is gone–
Let’s bury all the failures in the dim and dusty past
And keep the smiles of friendship and laughter to the last.
Old years and new years, life’s in the making still;
We haven’t come to glory yet, but there’s the hope we will;
The dead old year was twelve months long, but now from it we’re free,
And what’s one year of good or bad to all the years to be?
Old years and new years, we need them one and all
To reach the dome of character and build its sheltering wall;
Past failures tried the souls of us, but if their tests we stood.
The sum of what we are to be may yet be counted good.
Old years and new years, with all their pain and strife,
Are but the bricks and steel and stone with which we fashion life;
So put the sin and shame away, and keep the fine and true,
And on the glory of the past let’s build the better new.
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