by S.E. Kiser
If January 1 is an ideal time for renewed consecration, December 31 is
an ideal time for thankful reminiscence. The year has not brought us
everything we might have hoped, but neither has it involved us in
everything we might have feared. Many are the perils, the failures, the
miseries we have escaped, and life to us is still gracious and wholesome
and filled to the brim with satisfaction.
Best day of all the year, since I
May see thee pass and know
That if thou dost not leave me high
Thou hast not found me low,
And since, as I behold thee die,
Thou leavest me the right to say
That I tomorrow still may vie
With them that keep the upward way.
Best day of all the year to me,
Since I may stand and gaze
Across the grayish past and see
So many crooked ways
That might have led to misery,
Or might have ended at Disgrace-
Best day since thou dost leave me free
To look the future in the face.
Best day of all days of the year,
That was so kind, so good,
Since thou dost leave me still the dear
Old faith in brotherhood-
Best day since I, still striving here,
May view the past with small regret,
And, undisturbed by doubts or fear,
Seeks paths that are untrod as yet.