Author Eliza Lee Cabot Follen ON NEW YEAR'S DAY .The wreath which friendship forms,?Of amaranthine flowers,Blooms fairest midst the storms,?And crowns life's fading hours.May every passing year?With thee some blessing leave,While all thy virtues here?A wreath in Heaven shall weave. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments