from The Death of the Old Year, the poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"Old year you must not go;
  So long you have been with us,
  Such joy as you have seen with us,
  Old year you shall not go."

As I was reading The Death of the Old Year, by Tennyson, 
I was attracted especially by the above stanza of the poem. 
With what has been happening in the world, I'd feel quite 
the opposite; I am glad to say goodby to the old year.
Maybe, I'm not alone. However, I was stricken by the tenderness
and warmth of the old poet's view. And I thought: why not? 

  (Alfred Tennyson was born on August 6, 1809, in England, died
on October 6, 1892. Many of his poems are among the best known
in the English language.)