IN the coming year enfolded <br />Bright and sad hours lie, <br />Waiting till you reach and live them <br />As the year rolls by. <br /> <br /> <br />In the happy hours and radiant <br />I would like to be <br />Somewhere out of sight, forgotten, <br />Your delight to see. <br /> <br /> <br />But when you are tired and saddened, <br />Vexed with life, dismayed, <br />I would steal your grief, and lay it <br />Where my own is laid-- <br /> <br /> <br />Bleed my heart out in your service <br />If, set free from pain, <br />You, through me, found life worth living, <br />Glad and fair again.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-year-47/
