The New Year
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.
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"Be welcome, year! with corn and sickle come;..."
This evocative piece by George MacDonald, titled "The New Year", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...