"The Holly-Bough"

(Probably a little more appropriate a week ago, but I just found the full text.)

Charles Mackay

Ye who have scorn'd each other,
Or injured friend or brother,
   In this fast fading year;
Ye who, by word or deed,
Have made a kind heart bleed,
   Come gather here.
Let sinn'd against, and sinning,
Forget their strife's beginning,
   And join in friendship now;
Be links no longer broken,
Be sweet forgiveness spoken
   Under the Holly-bough.

Ye who have loved each other,
Sister and friend and brother,
   In this fast fading year;
Mother and sire and child,
Young man and maiden mild,
   Come gather here;
And let your hearts grow fonder,
As Memory shall ponder
   Each past unbroken vow:
Old loves and younger wooing
Are sweet in the renewing
   Under the Holly-bough.

Ye who have nourish'd sadness.
Estranged from hope and gladness,
   In this fast fading year;
Ye with o'erburden'd mind,
Made aliens from your kind,
   Come gather here.
Let not the useless sorrow
Pursue you night and morrow,
   If e'er you hoped, hope now--
Take heart, uncloud your faces,
And join in our embraces
   Under the Holly-bough.