“New Year’s Morning” by Helen Hunt Jackson is an inspirational poetry and the team at 123NewYear chose it to present before you for a motivating beginning to the brand New Year.
This poetry makes a wonderful prelude for the New Year to roll in. When we talk of evenings, it creates in our mind a notion of glitz and glamour. It is the time to have fun and party with family and friends, especially if it is the New Year’s Eve.
However, mornings are for the opportunities and new endeavors. It is futile to fret over what has gone by or what could have been done in the days gone by. It is also futile to blame fate for all that has happened in the last year.
As the New Year gushes in with a plethora of new opportunities, there is a chance to make it big all over again. Instead of crying over split milk, the poet encourages mankind to take each day as a new beginning and reach out for the stars.
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year’s heart all weary grew,
But said: The New Year rest has brought.”
The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
“The blossoms of the New Year’s crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.”
The Old Year’s heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: “I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year’s generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all y failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet pace where I leave strife.”Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old coem true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.