CategoryElla Wheeler Wilcox

New Year: A Dialogue


MORTAL:“The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;Who is it knocking at my door?” THE NEW YEAR:“I am Good Cheer.” MORTAL:“Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope.What seek you here?” THE NEW YEAR:“Friend, let me in; my name is Hope.” MORTAL:“And mine is Failure; you but mock the life you seek to bless. Pass on.” THE NEW YEAR:“Nay, open wide the door;...