The flowers open not only their eyes, but their hearts, to welcome the morning light, and for every beam of beauty it sheds on them, breathe back the soft fragrance of a grateful joy. That is what makes a bright morning. It is a new day to the one, as well as to the other. It is a resurrection to a new lease of life. And if it be to a life of weakness and pain, it is also to a life of abounding blessings at hand, with the bow of Hope always on the retreating cloud.
Every new year ought to be a happy one.
The old year lays its burden at the feet of the new. Take it up manfully, and bear it cheerfully, and Faith, Hope, and Love will make it light.