Classic Poem

Born with the glad New Year,
Thou bringest blessing, dear, —
Thou also makest all things bright and new:
Thoughts of spring's sunnier skies
Gleam soft within thine eyes,
And dreams of summer's dome of statelier blue.

Thy birthday is a sign
Made evermore divine
To me, as unto man the New Year's birth:
A sign that God is good;
That bare-branched dreary wood
And grove will laugh once more with leafy mirth.

A sign that once again
Summer will banish pain;
Thou art my ever-present New Year's day —
Thou art my sign from heaven,
My sweet one bright star given
To light a weary heart along the way.

Be ever unto me
A New Year. As to thee
Thy birthday brought the New Year's light and shine,
Bring me an ever-true
Delight, an ever-new
Summer of hope in God and love divine.