Religion
The New Year
From The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes — Volume 2
Religion
Be welcome, year! with corn and sickle come;
Make poor the body, but make rich the heart:
What man that bears his sheaves, gold-nodding, home,
Will heed the paint rubbed from his groaning cart!
Nor leave behind thy fears and holy shames,
Thy sorrows on the horizon hanging low--
Gray gathered fuel for the sunset-flames
When joyous in death's harvest-home we go.
Cite this poem
MLA
MacDonald, George. “The New Year.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/macdonald/584/.
Chicago
MacDonald, George. “The New Year.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/macdonald/584/.
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