January. Yon naked trees, whose shady leaves are lost, Wherein the birds were won't to build their bower, And now are clothed with moss and hoary frost Instead of blossoms, wherewith your buds did flower, I see your tears that from your boughs do rain, Whose drops in dreary icicles remain. SPENSER (The Shepherd's Calendar). Here's a happy New Year, but with reason Byron. The happiest of folk are the guileless and free,And who are so guileless, so happy as we? January 2. The sun was slumbering in the west, On Anna's soft and gentle breast The darkness closed around, so dear And thus she whispers in my ear, And what if they are poor? Garrick. Riches can't always purchase happiness. January 3. Hood. Robert Southey. Then talk no more of future gloom, For hope shall brighten days to come, There is nought rational in love; it hath Above all reason high prerogative. Moore. Who is there that hath loved because he ought? Westland Marston, LL.D. Whate'er my future years may be, Alaric Watts. Fear not! I have no thoughts that do not think of thee. January 5. Longfellow (The Spanish Student). For time makes all but true love old; And will not cool Until the heart itself be cold In Lethe's pool. Thomas Campbell. Love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on through love's eternity. January 6. E. B. Browning. By the rivers of life we walked together, And lighter than any linnet's feather Richard Realf. We two are one in faith and prayer, Anonymous. |