The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1903-01-09
The OUTLOOK.
NEW YEAR POEM.

Inc OOlIOOk.
NEW YEAR POEM.
Spread out your life.
BE not confined within the walls OF
seltishness;
God gave you years to upward grow,
The world to help and OIess.
Spread out your life!
From nature learn the secrets which
fill all the earth;
Know something of life's mysteries,
Ihe land which gave you birth.
Spread out your life!
Con DER the roll of heroes who are
known to fame,
And learn from them nobly to live.
Make life more than a name.
Spread out your life.
humanity calls for the living deed and
| good:
A helper be, friend in need,
Seek for true brotherhood.
Spread out your life.
Upward aspire and seek for light which
God can give:
Be true to Him and to Heavens
| CCONn.
Then you will truly live.
|
A There is great deal of
New Year joking over New Year
hcmiiy. resolutions and New
I ear fresh endeavOr, and yet he must
live very SOrdid life who does not
feel at the New Year some impulse to
40 something better for himself and
the world than he has done in the
past. The poet Says that ''It is better
to have loved and lost than never to
have loved at ALL, and it is true, for
every impulse helps us to be better
men and women And so it is that it
is better to make New Year resolu-
tions' and break them, if we must, than
One effort in the right direction is
better than no effort. And SO we need
with the New Year to make an effort
at least to follow out Tennyson's ideal
and "RlSe on stepping stones Of our
dead selves to higher things" There
| are great many things in this world
| which need reformation. We ought
| to reform our thinkingand not to be
SO perpetually fault finders. II we en-
couragcd people more, instead of crit
iciSing them, they would do better
speak well of our neighbOrS instead of
ESQ often running them down and i'm
putting the worst motives to their
actions. We ought to look for the
good in the world and not be as we
are now, SO everlaStingly Haunting all
the sins and crimes of the earth in the
faces of our children. Let them know
that we put the emphasis in life not
on SIN but on saintliness. We ought
to remember that the whole universe
of God is filled with beautiful things.
AS the poet sings:
do not look for wrong and evil,
You will find them if you do;
As you measure to your brother
He will measure back to you;
VIII FHf na ;EGt a the 1st wkie EaeneS
To the glass, you meet a smile.''
Let us this year see how far we can 90
in forgetting old grudges, in mastering
those things in ourselves which make
us unpleasant to live with, in filling
the world about us with sunshine and
to comfort in this world and needy
people to help and the only question
is whether we shall be helpers or
hindererS in making world of SUM-
shine. Let us resolve to be sunshine
makers in the world.
Few To the United
New Year States: That our
Wishes. land may ever be
the land of liberty and plenty and the
home of free people.
| To the Nations: That they may all
learn the, folly of war and seek for
= peace within and without their bord-
erS.
| To President Roosevelt: That he
may have better luck the next time he
goes on a bear hunt and that when he
learns the art of self-defense he may
not get another bang in the eye.
To Connecticut: That the state may
be spared from another Constitutional
convention and that the Legislature
may make the automobile rider to pay
for the damage he does.
To Newtown: That all the Sandy
Hook shops may be filled with good
business concerns and that they may
boom things.
To the Farmers: That they may
get together and get better acquainted
and learn how to raise better crops and
have more money in their pockets.
| To The BEE Readers: Health and
long life and plenty of cash to pay their
subscriptions when The BEE man ap-
pCdlo d Ol1ClI OOOI.
To All: A God bless you and a
Happy New Year.
To William COad Of Auckland, New
Zealand, the editor is indebted for a
copy of the ChriStn as number of the
Auckland Weekly News. 1t is beauti-
fully illustrated with half tone cuts,
fairly putting publication like Har-
per's Weekly in the shade. Mr. Coad
passed his boyhOod in Roxbury, and is
now successful journalist in New
Zealand. He was brought up in the
family of CresteS HickoX, one of Wash
inyton's solid men, who lived at that
time near the town line in Washing
ton.
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