THE NEW YEAR

Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 10, Issue 66, 23 December 1946, Page 8

THE NEW YEAR

“There’s nothing new under the

sun,” Said Solomon, history’s wisest one, Who, according to the Sermon on the

Mount, In all his glory, was cancelled out By the beauty of the lilies rare, That grow in Nature’s garden fair; They toil not, neither do they spin, But no artificial skill can win The magic touch of the master hand, That so beautifully adorns the land. New years come and old years go, As old times river doth surely flow To where the river and sea unite, in the offing of the infinite. .Where the lover of souls patiently waits, ,To pilot life’s sailors to Heaven’s gates, A city beyond the valley and clod, Whose builder and maker is our Father God, Who remembers our bodies are earthly dust, But our souls are His peculiar trust, Which He' prompts us to keep each ensuing year, Which ends alas with regretful fear, As we review so many a token, 'Of how our good resolves were

broken, That like wayward children weprized so much, Until we became so tired of such, And consoled ourselves with the old mud pies, In place of what for a while -we

prized. „ Thus year by year, with time we go; Down times’ river we all must flow, To where our pilot waits neath the evening star, To steer us safely o’er the bar, And guide us o’er the unknown main,

To our desired haven, where sorrow

and pain Are soothed away by the master

hand, Which so beautifully fashioned The sea and the land, And clothed the lilies, a sign to be, Of His Fatherly care for you and me. H. SERGANT. f V