Classic Poem

Mildly the old year sighs itself away,
And in the New Year there is only God.
The seed that in my soul's first conscious day
Was sown, has burst in blossom from the sod,
And with its peachy petals fills all space,
And makes of earth a blooming garden-place
Of joy and sweetness. Let the soul conclude
As it begins, from dawning year to year,
And once the time shall come, when, seeing clear,
It finds life perfect, all compact of good.
This year brings light, and light beatitude
Welcome God's light in His light-freighted year!