<h2><SPAN name="page116"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>NEW YEAR</h2>
<p class="poetry">New Year, I look straight in your
eyes—<br/>
Our ways and our interests blend;<br/>
You may be a foe in disguise,<br/>
But I shall believe you a friend.<br/>
We get what we give in our measure,<br/>
We cannot give pain and get pleasure;<br/>
I give you good will and good cheer,<br/>
And you must return it, New Year.</p>
<p class="poetry">We get what we give in this life,<br/>
Though often the giver indeed<br/>
Waits long upon doubting and strife<br/>
Ere proving the truth of my creed.<br/>
But somewhere, some way, and for ever<br/>
Reward is the meed of endeavour;<br/>
And if I am really worth while,<br/>
New Year, you will give me your smile.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page117"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
117</span>You hide in your mystical hand<br/>
No “luck” that I cannot control,<br/>
If I trust my own courage and stand<br/>
On the Infinite strength of my soul.<br/>
Man holds in his brain and his spirit<br/>
A power that is God-like, or near it,<br/>
And he who has measured his force<br/>
Can govern events and their course.</p>
<p class="poetry">You come with a crown on your brow,<br/>
New Year, without blemish or spot;<br/>
Yet you, and not I, sir, must bow,<br/>
For time is the servant of thought<br/>
Whatever you bring me of trouble<br/>
Shall turn into good, and then double,<br/>
If my spirit looks up without fear<br/>
To the Source that you came from, New Year.</p>
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