Like a child in its wooing grace,
With never a tear and never a fear,
And a light in its laughing face;
With hands held out to greet us,
With gay little steps to meet us,
With sweet eyes that entreat us,
The new year comes to its place.
Coming, coming, coming!
Promising lovely things -
The gold and the gray of a summer day,
The winter with fleecy wings;
Promising swift birds glancing,
And the patter of raindrops dancing,
And the sunbeam's arrowy lancing,
Dear gifts the new year brings.
an excerpt from "A Happy New Year" by Margaret Sangster
note: Margaret Sangster was a nineteenth century author and editor born February 22, 1838 in New Rochelle, New York. She is probably most noted for her work as editor of Harper's Bazaar.