The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-01-01

Of earthly being-and its last low tones,
Wandering in broken accents on the air,
Are dying to an echo.
The gay spring
With its young charms has gone-gone with its leaves
Its atmosphere of roses its white clouds
Slumbering like seraphs in the air, its birds
Telling their loves in music; and It's streams
Leaping and shouting from the up-piled rocks
To make each echo with the joy of waves:
And summer, with its dews and showers, has gone;
Its rainbows glowing on the distant cloud
Like spirits of the Storm its peaceful lakes
Smiling in their sweet sleep, as iftheir dreams
Were of the opening flowers and budding trees
And overhanging sky; and its bright mists
Resting upon the mountain tops, as crowns
Upon the heads of giants. Autumn too,
Has gone with all its deeper glories; gone
With its green hills like affairs of the world
Lifting their rich fruit offerings to their God;
Its cool winds straying midst forest aisles
To wake their thousand wind-harps; its serene
And holy sunsets hanging DER the west
Like banners from the battlements of Heaven.
And its still evenings, when the moonlight sea
Was ever throhbing, like the living heart
Of the great Universe. Ay, these are now
But sounds and visions Of the past; their deep,
Wild beauty has departed from the Earth,
And they are gathered to the embrace of Death,
Their solemn herald to Eternity.
Nor have they gone alone. High human hearts
OF Passion have gone with them. The fresh dust
Is chill with many a breast, that burned erewhile
With fires that seemed immortal. Joys, that leaped
Like angels from the heart, and wandered free
In lile's young morn to look upon the flowers,
The poetry Of nature, and to list
The woven sounds of breeze, and bird, and stream
Upon the night air, have been stricken down
In silence to the dust. Exultant Hope,
That roved forever on the ~buoyant winds
Like the bright, starry bird of Paradise,
And chanted to the cvcr-listoning heart
In the wild music of a thousand tongues,
Or scared into the open sky, until
Nights burning gems seemed jewelIed on her brow,
Has shut her dropping wing, and made her home
Within the ~voicclcss s~cpulchre. And Love,
That melt at PASSIONS hottest shrine, and gazod
On his hearts idol as on some sweet star,
Whose purity and distance makes it d cur,
And dreamed of ecstacies, until his soul
Seemed but a Tyre, that Weakened in the glance
OF the beloved onc-he too has gone
To his eternal resting place. And where
IsstcEa Ambition--he who madIy grasped
AtGlory's leeting phantom-he who sought
His fame upon the battle field, and longed
To make his throne a pyramid Of bones
Amid a sea of blood? He too has gone!
His stormy voice is mutc--his mighty arm
Is ~nerveless on its clod-his very name
Is but a meteor of the night of years,
Whose CLEANS fl ashed out a moment DER the Earth
And faded into I0thingness. The dream
OF high devotion-beauty's bright array
And life's deep idol memories-all have passed
Like the cloud shadows on a starlight stream,
Or a soft strain OF music, when the winds
Are slumbering on the billow.
Yet why muse
Upon the past with sorrow? Though the year
Has gone to blend with the mysterious tide
OF old Eternity, and borne along
Upon its heaving breast a thousand wrecks
OF glory and of ~beauty-yet. why mourn
That such is destiny Another year
Succeeded to the past---in their bright round
The seasons come and go-the same blue arch,
That hath hung DER us, will hang DER us yet
The same pure stars that we have lov'd to watch,
Will blossom still at ~twilight's gentle hour,
Like lilies on the tomb of D~ay--and still
Man will remain, to dream as he hath dreamed,
And mar the earth with passion. Love will spring
From the lone tombs of old Afections-Hope
And Joy and great Ambition, will rise up
Asthey have risen-and their deeds will be
Brighter than those engraven on the scroll
OF parted centuries. Even now the sea
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Lite's great events are heavinginto birth,
Is tossing to and fro, as if the winds
OF heaven were prisoned in its soundless depths,
And struggling to be free.
, Weep not, that time
Is passing on-itwill ere long reveal
A brighter era to the nations-Hark!
Along the vules and mountains of the earth
There lisa deep portentious% murmuring,
Like the swift rush of subterraneous streams,
Orhke the mingled sounds of earth and air,
When the fierce Tempest with sonorous wing,
Heaves his deep fold upon the rushing winds
And hurrles onward with his night of clouds
Against the eternal mountains.-'Ti the voice
OF infant F~reedom-and her stirring call
Is heard and answered in a thousand tones
From every hill top of her western home
And lot breaks across old Oceans flood
And "Freedom!" ''Freedom! - is the answering sho
OF nations starting from the spell Of years.
The day spring!-see--'tis Frightening in the heaven
The watchmen Of the night have caught th@sign--
From tower to tower the signatures fash free
And the deep watch-word, like the rush of seas
That heralds the volcanoes bursting fame,
Is sounding DER the earth. Bright years of Hope,
And Life are on the wing!-Yon glorious bo
OF Freedom, Bonded by the hand of God,
IsPanniIg Times dark surges. Its high Arch,