An Old Poem for a New Year

LET me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.
So let the way wind up the hill or down,
O’er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy:
Still seeking what I sought when but a boy,
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown,
My heart will keep the courage of the quest,
And hope the road’s last turn will be the best.

Henry Van Dyke, Life

Lanier
Lanier served YLCF as a beloved part of the writing team from 2006 to 2011. She's writing elsewhere these days, but continues as a precious mentor and encouragement to the YLCF Team.

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2 Responses to An Old Poem for a New Year

  1. 1
    Chantel says:

    I love this poem. :)

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    Rael says:

    Thank you for that, Lanier. :-) That Henry Van Dyke certainly did know how to write some thoughtful poetry.

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