The Rodney telegraph. (Rodney, Miss.) 1838-1840, 1839-12-30


AsorHER YEAR, with all its grief and gloom,
Hath sweled the mighty confines ofthe Past;
And Memory, now, fond mourner at itstomb,
Hymns low dirge upon the midnight blast.
How changefulisthat strain! First soft. thensad,
And seeming now DER stricken hearts to moan
Again it rings as if with glee 'twere mad,
Then sinks and swells with deep affections
tone!
Thou art the sovereign despot, reverend Time!
From thy stern mandates there is no appeal!
As in the worlds grey morn, SO now, sublime,
Thou stand'st unmoved while round the en-
pires reel;
Thy voice goes forth and nations must obey
At thy command, alike, they rise or fall
Thou lead'st them up Fame's steep and Alpine
way,
But shed'st no tear upon their funeral pail!
Gone-gone forever, now, the pomp of Rome,
And works of him on whom Egeria smiled
And Babylon, where Science found home,
As Seers foretold, is but ruin wild.
No more heavens orb lights up proud Balbec's
The Theban gates are sand upon the plain
All songess now the strings of Grecian Tyres,
And nightbird scream where woke old Mem
hons strain.
Time, like Vendal conqueror, treads to dust
Alike mans art, his glory, and his law
But while we bow before his sceptre just,
Wemay deep wisdom from his dealings draw ::
Though Ruin scowls upon Platea's shore,
And though the hue from earth-born beauty
flies,
Imperial Thought on Condor-wing can soar
To homes on high where glory never dies.
The coming Year is looming like a ship.
Whose lines are seen but dimly 'gainst the
sky
And, now, the young of heart and fresh Of lip,
Hail its approach with bounding ecstacy.
All, little think they that to them it may
Bring burning ills which years cannot as
suage-
Tears for each morn and strifes for every day,
Sad dreams by night and tolls at every stage.
IT'S well that mans is not the prophets eye
Which scans the tangled web of future woe,
Lest he should shdn the pleasures passing by,
While his heart shoulders at the coming blow.
Whose eye so bold as glance through the abyss
Where human fate is struggling into life
Where baleful feelings, like foul serpents, hiss,
And vampire passions breed the deadly strife
We only know that Spring will blush on earth,
And Nymph-like revel on the smiling noun
i tains;
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! BEGINNING wales and over hanging fountains
And Summers breath will parch the South
i winds wing;
i Autumnal gales round falling leaves villmourr
Il And winter, with his icy locks, will bring,
3 A should of snow for nature, from his bourne
And lovers oft with maidens fair will stray
Beneath pale Cynthia's all o'erlooking eye,
And as winged hours unnoted steal away,
Earth will seem heaven and heaven wild costa
s. cy.
They will perceive strange beauty in each cloud
RI Brightness in starsand grace in shining streams
Music in winds when piping low or loud,
While all will blend their hearts fondes
dreams.
The student, too, will WOO the willing Muse
From her bright home on the Parnassian steep
] And while his brow distis Pierian dews,
The sylphs of thought will down before hiI
q sweep.
He'll ssbuid the lofty verse; in which his name
!, Linked to his themes, on earth shall be en-
shrined-
! And to his song, as to some alters fame,
Shall often bow the pilgrims of the Mind.
Like some young eagle in his craggy nest.
}. Longing for strength to join his daintless sire
Who, while the storm beats 'gainst bis feafle.
breast,
!. De6es the thunder and its wing Of Gre,
Is the young devotee to deathless thought;
:. Who longs through upper air to hold bis course
! And soar with those whose brows Of iight al
fraught
n With strength and ire from an etefnal sourc.
The Year will pass as Yeafshav3 passed before,
FL With shifting scenes of weISke and Of woe !
t Tie cd1s Of some with bliss NJ sparkle DER,
Z while thousands bend - ~ Misfortune
blow. ss. s. s
: And now, kind ffiendss ~ = rude tempest
blight
Isl Fer cause you Ger loves stricken flowers
weep;
!" Above your heads may skies be ever bright;
!. And round your heartha no dsstolation sweet