With joy we greet the bright "New Year"--
Shed tears for year now gone.
Shed tears for all its dire mistakes--
Are glad o'er victories won. A lesson all the past should teach,
That we must watch alway
Our little sins, lest great they grow,
And fill us with dismay, And break all laws till they become
The master, we the slave
To evil passions, selfish greed,
Till not but ill we crave. New resolutions we may make;
But if we keep them not,
But little good will they e'er do,
But little good be wrought. Oh, welcome we the coming months!
Will give them hearty cheer.
We'll bury all our past mistakes,
In coffin of "Old Year."