From the Evening Star, June 30, 1914. By Philander Johnson.
Last year’s worries! What are they?
Images in fierce array
Representing wrath and woe,
They stood forth, a threatening show.
Then the wind and rain and sun
Bade them vanish, one by one.
Scant was their existence save
What imagination gave.
Still like cave-men we will gaze
On earth’s mysteries that amaze.
Other shapes grotesque draw near
Bidding us bow down in fear.
By the rules that govern all,
They in turn must fade and fall.
When a year has passed, we’ll say,
“Last year’s worries! What are they?”