The Massachusetts spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1831-1858, 1832-12-26
LE.om he Hartford Weekly Rspie,e
THE RY-GoNE YEAR.


~ sea,ons, too their an"i.ai rounds shall fnsks
Jgl7ering, ls Spring Ggain shall lcGke the tfo'c-
III SKINNER thicker ,oeare her leafy robe
halle Auttunn IN his ample lap
.aaa haste 10 gather up his hasty spoiis.
e angry Winter sends the summons forth
10 .easfe the locely earLh' II. PicxERisG
1.-THE iopse of Time hotc rapidly speeds on
gYraes constant ring day after day
Year after yedr-Gad centuries
lake niidaight dreams, all silently ur0y!
IVe,re seen The buds come fort-the persisted leaf,
The sdptess tree-,ce "a heard the gentle blast,
Sing TO the youthful Spring IFS happy hymn
we heard Il By the lonely Tirers raise
Hs joyous po;cs. like one hhdt gIceth praise.
And heard IL sorrorcing as IL hsTried fast
10 do ITS trGrk of deaik-to gather in
The yeuo,c foliage Of the trood-and all
The sctatiess fotDers at 1ui,tnns burial,
We hear il nor ! bark to the hollolc dirge
Of desoldfe Winter iciads They mourn
With melancholy sound beside he rrn
Of iceed- choked ric.iet, or bttakly urge
Their t,ackless trGy orr plain and frozen lake S,
Ind dreary forest tcGlk-or rudeiy break
Like ,Diid host across the frozen springs
On iphieh full loud the skaters iron rings
Death hda been o CT The land The bu-pass Year
That hath seen all The rich and delicate fotcers
Spring in msadotc lands-aad disappear,
lphen the cold days dTef1 ON and Tie green Ienres
Deep in the dropping GOOD put of ueir bloom,
AEd in fer brief Astt,umn days decag
HeM also toitnessed Beauty pass a,eay,
Like Earh's frail fcicer, unto the duskg tomb.
oh many Nth an aching heart tciH d,reH
Upon the gear notc past a,cdy.-for care
Hath preyed upon the human mind and rel
Hath Sorfocs task been learned Time neuer spares
The .cild fio,cer on the precipies, nor get
n - L
Nor tree nor shrub, nor herb they fade and fall
As men decay, for It's the lot of all
70 mingle trith edrth's dust. and go d,oay,
And be al rest ioitiin at'silent home
Where joy Is nct-the solitary tomb
IT'S good to t,rrs from This ,corlds toll arhile,
And muse upon the moments that are gone;
10 think upon our irell-spent days: to bless
TIE memory Of departed friends. ,chose smile
Like hearen's o,cn light had glGddened us along
LIES Heightened pilgrimage It's good TO duel
On our long route through painless wilderness
Ind desert spot,-by the .forsaken tcel
~ hose sparkling and delicious lcaue poured life
Into Our sinking hearts, ,chen suns rode high
ind strength gretD 5a,nt Oh otlen in the strife
Of his toide scorld ichen trusted friends pass bu
Unto the other side. some angel form drdirs nigh,
and Ike The fountain in the desert plain,
WINS us to life and pleasure, back again.
Is IL not good 10 think of such chose feet
otseu on HfH0tteffHS al our sac, ana ne er
llorsook Our tcog. Yes. It's precious thing,
70 treasure in our hearts the plying tear
They shed ,rhen ice sdd-or the trarrn smile
That kindled on their cheek, ,chen life tcent tceU
VIA US, in this most irOubIotts tcorld.
THE Year!
The year hath sone,-a journey of much toll
Is past and done, and tDe sag farelceH
Unto its pleasant scenes rs ,reH TO turn Tscene
From ljfe's norm track. and gaze on each gree,
Each ,rly-side haunt, trhere gaily ,oe hare been
WITH trends who'll meter 10 tts--to earth return