Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1836-10-20

Ana marx eacD nour WIN ueeus OF ioNc:
10, she hath broke her league with Time, am
found the bliss above.
Thrice, welcome, ancient cronc!
IT'S sweet TO gaze on thee,
And hear thy busy heart beat on,
Come, tell old tales to me,
Old tales such as love Of hoar antiquity.
Young lips their love have told
Into the thrilling ear,
Till midnight's ~itching hour waxed old,
Decming themselves alone, while thou wer
near,
In thy sly corner hid, sublime,
With Thy tick, tick'-to warn how Time
Outlive,h Love. boastng itself divine,
Yet fading like the leaf which its fond volarie'
twine.
The unuttered hopes and fears,
The deep-drawn rapturous tears
OF young paternity,
Were chroncled by thee.
The nurseng's first faint cry,
Which from brisht-haire girl Of dance and
song,
The idol, inccnse-fed. Of an adoring ,hrong,
Did make mother with her quenchess eyes
or love, and truth, and trust, and holiest mem
cries,
As Deaths sharp ministry
Doth make an angel. when the mortal dies.
The quick vibrations caught
The Graded infants ear,
And while it marked thy face with curious
fear,
Thou dilst awake, the newborn thought,
Peering through the humid eyo.
Like star beam in a misty sky;
Tho the nurse, standing still, more near,
Saw but The body's growing wealth,
And prais' tina, fair machine Of clay,
Working in mystery and health
Its wondrous way.
Thou uttered'st the death-knell,
Ginning in sadness with the funeral bell,
When stranger feet came gathering slow
To see the master Of the mansion borne
To that last home, the narrow and the low,
From whence is no return.
How slow thy movements to the anxious
breast,-
The expecting maiden, or the waiting wife,
He comes Tomorrow. but the day unblest
Still like wounded snake its length did draw;
Then vert thou watched aud blamed. As if
the strife
or wild emotion should have been thy law,
Though thou vert pledged in ami,y sublime,
To crystal breasted Truth, and sky reporting
Time.
Thou hast the signal given
For the gay bridal, when with nower-crown-
ed hair
And glowing brow, the youthful pair
Stood near the priest, with revercnt air,
Dreaming that earth means heaven:-
And thou hast heralded with joyance fair
The green -wreathed Christmas, and that other
feast,
With which the hard lot Of colonial care
The pilgrim sire besprinkled; saving well
The luscious pumpkin, and the latted beast,
And the rich apple with the luscious swell,
Till the thanksgiving sermon duly Ger,
lie greets his children a, his humble door,
Bidding them welcome TO his plen,ious board,
While gathering from their distant home
To knit their gladdened hearts in love they
come,
Each with his youngling brood, round the grey
fathers board.
Thou hast outived thy maker. ancient clock!
lie in his cold grave sleeps;-but thy slight
wheels
Still DO his bidding, yet his frailty mock,
While o'er his name, oblivion steals;
oh man! SO prodigal Of pride and praise,
Thy works survive thee,-dead machines
perform
Their revolution, while the scy,he-shorn days
Yield thee a powerless prisoner to the worm
Thou darst to sport with time, while he
Consigns thee sternly to Eternity.
Make peace make peace with Him, who rules
above The storm.
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Every vice makes the possessor odious, but
pride and cruelty more than any other
Pride has no friend; his thoughts set his