January First. I ask youth and strength and health for each of you, not more. January Second. It was eve, the second of the year, and oh, so cold! Ever and anon there flittered through the air A snowflake, and a scanty couch of snow Crustled the grass-walk and the gardenmould. January Third. Aspire, break bounds. I say, Endeavor to be good, and better still, And best. Success is nought, endeavor 's all. |