Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year's morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.
from "New Year's Morning" by Helen Hunt Jackson, 1830-1885 (This poem, and many others, can be found at www.theotherpages.org).
I love this! The worries of the prior day can be erased by a good night's sleep, and every morning is a fresh start!
I had never heard of Helen Hunt Jackson prior to finding this one poem, but, it seems that she was quite a prolific writer! Jackson's novel, Ramona [F JAC], was first published in 1884 and is still in print!
I mentioned Helen Hunt Jackson to my friend, Muriel, here's what she had to say, "I remember learning "October's Bright Blue Weather" in third grade. Of course, now all I can remember is standing at the front of the class and reciting that title and 'by Helen Hunt Jackson.' None of the poem remained in my brain. It did sound familiar once I looked it up, though!"
It seems to me that Helen Hunt Jackson will be a future research project--the little bit I've read about her is fascinating!