What shall I pack up to carry
From the old year to the new?
I'll leave out the frets that harry,
Thoughts unjust and doubts untrue.
Angry words--ah, how I rue them!
Selfish deeds and choices blind;
Any one is welcome to them!
I shall leave them all behind.
Plans? the trunk would need be double.
Hopes? they'd burst the stoutest lid.
Sharp ambitions? last year's stubble!
Take them, old year! Keep them hid!
All my fears shall be forsaken,
All my failures manifold;
Nothing gloomy shall be taken
To the new year from the old.
But I'll pack the sweet remembrance
Of dear Friendship's least delight;
All my jokes--I'll carry _them_ hence;
All my store of fancies bright;
My contentment--would 'twere greater!
All the courage I possess;
All my trust--there's not much weight there!
All my faith, or more, or less;
All my tasks; I'll not abandon
One of these--nay pride, my health;
Every trivial or grand one
Is a noble mine of wealth.
And I'll pack my choicest treasures:
Smiles I've seen and praises heard,
Memories of unselfish pleasures,
Cheery looks, the kindly word.
Ah, my riches silence cavil!
To my rags I bid adieu!
Like a Croesus I shall travel
From the old year to the new!
--Amos R. Wells.
The stars shine over the earth,
The stars shine over the sea;
The stars look up to the mighty God,
The stars look down on me.
The stars have lived for a million years
A million years and a day;
But God and I shall love and live
When the stars have passed away.