The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-12-31
ANOTHER YEAR rs GONE!


Another year is Numbered with the past!
Time still flies onward in his rapid flight!
States, Empires, Kingdoms, fall before his blast
And cmmble into nothingness! ObliviOn's night
Obscures the spot where all was fair and bright!
+" CHANGE" and '"DEcAY' are written every where
In boldest characters of living light
And voices from the past in trumpet tones dec lare
That TINES couoding hand viii neitherage nor beau
ty spare
Old Rome is tomb'd beneath the wreck of Time;
lis coud-capt towers and battlements and spires
Are mouldering in the dust! From Northern cline
The Goth and Vanda with barbaric fires
In myriads came, and in sad funeral pyres
buried the City of the Cesars!" No more
Is heard the voice of Tuly-and Virgi's Tyre
No longer wakes sweet echoes on the shore;
And the grey owl screams where all was life before
Greece that beauteous and classic land,
Now groans in chains beneath the Moslem power,
No Leonidas now, with his bold Spartan band,
Lives, to defend his country in its darkest hour:
Greece, lovely Greece, has ashes for her dover!
And Desoaton's footsteps mark the place
Where crst grew the laurel leaf and flower
10 deck old Homers brow; and now no trace
Is seen Of the once brave and noble Grecian race
The walls of Babylon lie mingled with the dust;
lhebes' hundred gates have rotted long ago;
Ire fleets OF Tyre are seen no more to flow
From Asia's shore and solemn, Voiceess Wo
Dwells DER the plains of ofPersia-Phencia's marts
: Are empted, and the long grass is seen to grow
Where Commerce liv'd, and hriv'd Mechanic Arts
And at the ruins the lone traveller afrghted starts!
Look over Europe, and no trace is found
Ofthose proud monuments that livd of yore
GRANGE! CHANGE! is stam'd upon the sacred ground
The cline Of science and historic lore:-
Chivaric Spain is drcnch'd with human gore;
Gay France once more is under Bourbon sway;
But Paris mob may rise, and again restore
The heirs of IleIona's exile--and the grey
Old Louis Philippe will then to doleul notes chases!
A Saxon Queen reigns DER Brtannia's isle
Her little Guelfs on golden cushions sleep;
Her lords and court in plenteous luxury smile,
Whilst her poor subjects in bitter agony weep,
And eat their last crust! Indignation deep
Is kindled in every patriot breast, and soon
From each mountain high and valley deep
The People will have LIBERTY for their boon,
And Tyrants will flee as from wild Simeon!
The land of Waslington!-my own lov'd land
The Patriots hopes are Centerdall in thee
UnriVall'd amongst nations thou dost stand
Home of the Exile--soil ofthe brave and free!
Here, on hills eternal grows fair FREEDoM's Tree!
Commerce thrivcs, and plenty fills each town,
Peace spreads her eagle wings from sea to sea;
IleaVens llcncst blessings iaIl Ike mama down,
And lioPE, Joy and GLADNEss Danish every frown!
COLUMBIA, esio perpetual! may thy name
Lave on in glory till the end of time!
And let the loud heralding trump of Fame
Resouud thy honord deeds from cline to cline,
In tones undying, eternal and sublime!
May DIsCoRD never raise his standard here,
And fREEDoM's sun forever DER us shine
In bonds of UNION, lot us aappear,
And from convulsiVe broils and party strife keen clear