A New Year

Rapidly dos't the season now grow old;
Little time hast each to play the fool.
Yet whence have gone our days to play so bold,
Those joyous dreams which passing time must cool.

Peer now into the new year's light;
High hopes must we now bring to life's great game.
We've been waiting, Dear Old Winter, for your blight,
That this recurring season we may tame.

Another year has dawned while we worked hard;
Our toil, perhaps, has left our homes increased.
We've lived another year in Heaven's yard,
For yet another year, - prepared at least.