‘Your voice is strange; I know you not; in shadows dark I grope.
What seek you here?’
The New Year:
‘Friend, let me in; my name is Hope.’
Mortal:
‘And mine is Failure; you but mock the life you seek to bless.
Pass on.’
‘Nay, open wide the door; I am Success.’
Mortal:
‘But I am ill and spent with pain; too late has come your wealth.
I cannot use it.’
The New Year: