Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-01-05
PROVIDENCE.



,ring Mr.. Hartshorn's residence in that sec
IN Of the country. 1t is a happy production
II Of wit aud poetry, and well worth the pc
sal Of the lovers Of native genius:
TIME, though our friend, i, often deemed a foe,
Against him, many strive with idle zeal;
The loprr and tho slug yayd think him slow,
And wish a rapid motion TO his wheel;
While debtors, who have notes or draf,s TO pay,
Would gladly have him linger on his way.
But he viii still continue, without doubt,
As heretofore, hi, customary pace;
We cannot goad him on with spur and shout,
As we would urge a hunter in the chase;
Nor can we turn him from lis swift career,
To circle round again the parted year.
The idle bate him, like an annual drill,
From which they try, with all their %mightto keep out
Each morn presents another day TO Kill,
Each cue presents another night 10 sleep out;
In fact, there u no doubt that he would double some
Persons enjoyment, If he were less troublesome.
For he 1, Away, holding up hi, glass,
d fore the eyes Of youthful mirth and pleasure,
Bidding them mark the moments as they pass,
And teliag them each moment is a treasure,
Which, if they put il to good .s,iry,
Will bear them interest in eternity!
We rarely know his worth till he is fed:
His path is ,;ewless and his steps unheard.
The Fates apply their scissors to the thread,
But dare not clip u, uii 'hey see hs neard'
The closest miser, iouerins Ger 'ne srsvr,
would pay ms pafper IL sup
, n.m.Jh.
To stay his progress, when the lamp OF life
Is daily wasting all il, wonted FIRE,
An hoary Age hath seized his pruning knife,
yo cut thr greeh.t 'enu'h' ., me :.
From the dear scenes from WHICH " foa'"es " Pa''
But when affection ranties in III. breast,
And wan disease hath made II sweet to die,
Then calmly sinking to our final rest,
No better boon could any, Toe dehy'
Ihe disemhodtcd spun giadiy scars
WIN Cdfos spnh 10 us kinuied shores'
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sny ISausa., Iii. her harms avail.
Nor knows the truth that Fia,itry denies,
Uatii her Mirror tells the 'er'ou, tale:
Then borrows she each artihciai ad
10 hide the ravayes that time ha'h maoe'
no, J..,,
An va'm sne su'tes. p'ouJ ,.r"ns on,i;ysy' ,
Alas. il Is the creature Of a day.
And passes with the cloud thht SHINES ., eve,
When the bright SUM- 10 seu'ng, .,o"' ir'"Ss
OF rays on tan evane'een' ohSe!
Times secret 'ouch ao'n oPeiae " me
There lives no man with strength OF nerve and frame
To brave the whitening influence Oh ms power'
No wonder Aerres wept because ms mighty
Legsons OF war were made oi stun 50 siiSn'y'
Nor TINS alone the ,a're'' works"
The gentlcst line, that ever touched the heart,
Fade, like the colours on old tapestry.
Hath he not plundered Chaucer u MS pays,
By making obsolete his finest lays!
And Shakespeare 100 whom nature 'oos 10 "u"e
(Why did she not exempt him from the curse .
Hath fell the woeiul raVaSe. OF Time
So much, that some think all ms comneh'ators'
Compared to Time, are harmless dePredator'.
The words. 10 wh'ch they prea.aeL ! trem So"ms 'o""'
Obscure ia meaning, like the leafy scrolls,
That Zephyr waited from the SybiPs cave,
Have Lost the bold conceptions they conveyed,
And gwen ~grammarians quite a mu'ty uade'
Time doth unravei mighty de,'n'e.
Like the dense fog that girts the C~y.iades,
Ere morning greets them with ms orient beams.
He makes prophetic politicians blush,
And exc The babblns mischieimaker hu'h.
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And some deeare' w s"so ~ " '"uy
One cannot say bu, little on this head,
For every change upon 1t nun been runS
That satire could no sounds 20 much relcice
Ny soul, as those combin'd IN 'voman's voice!
hsgen,'e accents genre 'eei'ng' o-hs,
like he signing zephyr, Of the spring.
And winters win !, are pleasing to my soul;
The note, Of an Eoiaa harp contrast
With the shriH whi,tNny OF a northern blast.
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To womans voice we listen az our n',n,
And III ough successive scenes OF gri.i or m'rih,
II hath the power TO comfort and to cheer.
Some women never, nerer ee,'e their din;
They scold the old year out-the new year IN!
Time Is a ie,i destroyer my oe'' na,
halh leu ms hnse.ins' " o"ce !. won,n
eI n. ~; y . ~ . aa ~ oar vii Io,."da, p,n,
an.,;a.i ~ .h;eh ,u y co,I
W.aII 49,, .vch.o.. him ror ,hs n,
The au,b of health he rob, from Beauty, cheek.
Tran,iorm, her auburn lock, 10 rusty grey,
Mac, ali him. rsr an beautiful nj, nr.v,
RrCwe Inc G,1c7,ns had ,uccccd.J we'll IN
As.nr;ng her. he bI,ncbeJ IN. charm. ol Helen