The Year Is Young
Dublin Core
Title
The Year Is Young
Description
The year is young; and hope within
Our hearts is gently stirred,
As is the breast - upon her nest -
Of tender mother bird.
Harsh fate checked ambition's flight
And fears our hearts have filled;
And all ahead seemed dark and dead,
As blighting fate had willed.
But rising hopes begin to stir,
Ambitions slowly wake.
To do ore dare, take thought or care,
And strive to win the stake.
Perhaps another year will find
Our fond ambitions blest;
And we be free, success to see,
And on our laurels rest.
Our hearts is gently stirred,
As is the breast - upon her nest -
Of tender mother bird.
Harsh fate checked ambition's flight
And fears our hearts have filled;
And all ahead seemed dark and dead,
As blighting fate had willed.
But rising hopes begin to stir,
Ambitions slowly wake.
To do ore dare, take thought or care,
And strive to win the stake.
Perhaps another year will find
Our fond ambitions blest;
And we be free, success to see,
And on our laurels rest.
Creator
Lewis Howard Latimer
Source
4:16, p. 2
Date
1891.01.10
Collection
Citation
Lewis Howard Latimer, “The Year Is Young,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/503.
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