| Show yea years s end an and d its beginning kloever it was that invented athe the 5 par as a division of time should share in the blessings invoked by sancho panza upon the man who indented invented sleep with the latter comes surcease from the cares and worries of the day and a renewal of spirits tor for the struggles of the mairow the years end Is also not only a sleep and a forgetting of things fled beyond redemption but with its passing hours come the many hued hopes that keep ever fresh and buoyant the human soul and make rad ant again the paths that lead humanity into the unknown future the old year falls from our hands bands like the stem of a rose whose leaves one by one month by month hae hane silently dropped away into the void of time some laden with the fragrance of pleasant memories some with the pallid tints and withered aspects of misfortunes and inescapable and irreparable and some with dust of dreams shattered beyond recall but at the birth of another new tear year time brings to the hands of each of us a fresh bud from its eternal tree the secrets of whose close folded leaf age no eye can penetrate no ture of wisdom fathom yet within its depths we can scent the sweet and inspiring aromas of the hopes that spring eternal in the human breast of hidden jos that hold fresh promises of full blossoming of good deeds to be done for us and by us of the blessings of peace good will and prosperity again made possible for us and of the th gardens of opportunity whose gates are swinging wide open tor for us always in the cycle of human at af fairs the spring of hope follows the winter of discontent and new years year s day Is the symbol of human renovation spiritual as well as cutill tartan and of the clearing process of the souls past accumulations making ready for the building of its more stately mansions it may be rate that guides the hand of time in ing in our grasp the new bud of prom ise but each of us may do much to further its proper blossoming to keep fresh its fragrance to shape into full fruition the enjoyment of the untold unfold ing month by month and day by day of the flower of the year whose on un opened months lie ile before us kansas city star |
