
From the Boston Globe newspaper, January 1, 1917, one hundred years ago.
The hourglass has turned; the last few sands
That marked the Old Year now have slipped away,
And in his outstretched hand the New Year holds
The future of a twelvemonth’s span.
Then hail New Year! We bid thee welcome. Thy gifts are many, but not yet disclosed.
With thee may come joy or sorrow, pain or loss, failure or success, hope deferred or dreams realized.
We bid thee welcome and will try to cherish and improve thy gift of time.
We greet thee with a cheer as we undertake our journey in thy care.
“Life must march forward in a column of days.”
—Samuel Gardiner Ayres



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