| New Year: A Dialogue | |
| Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1909) | |
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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; I am Success.” MORTAL: “But I am ill and spent with pain; too late has come your wealth. I cannot use it.” THE NEW YEAR: “Listen, friend; I am Good Health.” MORTAL: “Now, wide I fling my door. Come in, and your fair statements prove.” THE NEW YEAR: “But you must open, too, your heart, for I am Love.” 
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