Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1836-02-11
From tac Louisville Journal.

IT'S midn;ght's holy hour and silence now
Is brooding like gentle spirit DER
The still and pulscless world. Hark on the
winds
The belrsdeep tones are swelling Ills the kncll
or the departed year. Nofunerai train
i sweeping past-yet, on yons,ream and wood
With melancholy light, the moonbeams rest
Lake pale spo,less shFoud--fhc air is stirred
As BY amourners sigh--and on yon cloud,
That floats so still and ,,lacidly through heaven,
The Spirits Of the Seasons seem TO stand,
Young Spring. bright Summer, Autumn's solemn
form
And Winter with his aged locks, and breathe,
In mournful cadcnces that come abroad
Like the far wind 'harp's wild and touching wall,
melancholy dirge DER the dead year
Gone from the Earth forever.
IT'S time
For memory and for tears, Within the deep
Still chambers OF the heart aspectrc dim,
Whose tones are like the wizard voice Of Time
Heard from the tomb Of Ages. points lis cold
And solemn finger TO the beautiful
And holy visions, that have passed away
And left no shadow Of their loneliness
On the dead waste Of life. That spectre lifts
The cofsin lid Of hope, and joy, and love,
And, beudlng monrnfully above the pale
Sweet forms that siurnber there, scatiers dead
flowers
Der what has passed 10 nothingness. The year
Has gone, aud, with it, many u glorious throng
Or happy dreams. Its mark IL on each brow,
Its shadow in each heart. In its swift course,
Il waved its scep,re Ger the beautiful
And they are not II laid its pallid hand
Upon the strong man--and the naughty form
Is fallen, and the flashing eye is dina.
II tired the hall Of revcIry, where thronged
The bright and Joyous aud the fearful wall
OF stricken ones is heard where crst The song
And reckless shout resounded. II passed Ger
The battle plain whore sword aud spear and
shield
Flashed in the light of mid day aaa the strehgtl,
OF serried hosts is shiyered, and the grass,
Green from the sol Of carnage, waves above
The crushed aud Wondering skeleton. Ii came
And faded like wreath Of mist at eve.
Yet, ere il ueltcd into the viewless air.
II hcralded its millions to their home
In the dim land OF dreams.
Remorseless thing
Fierce Spirit CT the Glass and Scythe--what
power
Can sta, him iu his silent course, or melt
His Iron heart TO pity Ga, still on,
He presses and forever. The proud bird,
The condor Of the Andes, that can soar
Through Heavens upfathomable depths, or brave
The fury of the northern hurricane
And battle his piRmagc in the thundeTs home,
Furls his broad wings at nighuali and sinks down
To rest upon hls mountain crag-but time
Knows not the weight of sleep or WEAKNESS,
And nights deep darkness has no chain TO bind
His rushing pinion Revolutions sweep
Ger Earth, like troubled visions DER the breast
or dreaming sorrow-Cities rise and sink
Like bubbles on the watrr--Fiery isles
Spring blazing from the Ocean, and 90 back
TO their mysterious Observation-Disclosures rear
10 heaven their bald and blackened cliffs, and
bow
Their tall heads 10 the plain--new empires rise
Gathering the strength Of hoary centuries,
And rush down like the Alpine avalanche,
Startiing the naiiols--And The very stars,
yon bright and burning blazonry Of God,
Glitter awhile in theircternal depths,
And, like the Pleiad, loveliest Of their train,
Shoot from their glorious spheres and pass away,
To daskle in their ,rackless vod-Yct Time,
Time the f3rab builder, holds his fierce career,
Dark, stern, all pitiless, and pauses not,
Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path,
To SIT aad muse, Ike ether lconquerors,
Upon the fearful ruin he has wrought.