Welcome to 2014. Oh yeah, we've been posting; this may be rather late but this is official welcome to 2014 from the crew and the Bosydeprincessa's family. 2014 beckons...we dream of a better Blogging: more news, informative and educative (yes, we will bring back the Blogger and Writer of the Month series!), more relatioship tips and beauty tips. Email us if there's something you want to read here; here's your chance to write what you want to read on the Blog ;)
Here is a poem from Ella Wheeler Wilcox, from way back. And yes, a dialogue. May the year bring you happiness, love, good cheer and many reasons to smile. And dance. And make 2014 your best ever!
The Year by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1910)
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.
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; 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.”
Here is a poem from Ella Wheeler Wilcox, from way back. And yes, a dialogue. May the year bring you happiness, love, good cheer and many reasons to smile. And dance. And make 2014 your best ever!
The Year by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1910)
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.
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; 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.”
Happy new year to us all...
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