Hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1843-1845, 1845-01-09
III A w K E Y T..
]. G. EDWARDS & +. II. WARREN, Editors
NurItngton:
ThUrsday. January o, lS45.
CARRIERS ADDRESS
TO TIE PATRONS OF TIE
:" N N~ M NJ ~ e.

HEARD We the sound Of mourning and of
wall,
Pass, with the freshness of the midnight
gale,
To that lone land of silence and of shade,
Where these dead voyagers of the past are
laid
The buried years-whose Wondering relics
To the dread silence of eternal sleep,
Each holding in clasp, which closely
The dream that solaced, and the hope that
mocks;
Each with it's treasured tale Of joy and grief,
The souls repinng and the souls relief;
The longing sense which :hrsting here in
vain,
Turned its eve upward from couch of
pain,
Each stamped withall of glory or of gloom
Hung DER our pathway to the gaping tomb,
The grasp of power, the pleading cry OF
wrong,
The voice Of genius and the spell OF song,
All claim q record in that dusky he,
To move our pity or provoke our smile.
Call from the future to that dusky bourne,
A world to witness and world to mourn.
At all of greatness or Of grief allied,
Ia these lone sumberings Of departed
pride.
Rost in thy grandeur ever glorious past!
With dim halo round thy forehead cast
Give to the sight of all in coming time,
A guide to virtue and guard from crime
Ana from the msts Of distant darkness
curled,
Shed life and beauty on Il present world.
Rrt here ere vet on future glance we
urge,
Stay we a moment on the pausing verge
The shadowing spanning on our forward
Where the panied eye may cast its vision
back.
To catch from aught within its own re-
=, setter sway;ng or controlling force;
NJ hone or Measure, basking i'll the rays
With Eght the vista of his boyhood
days; .,-.,,. x,;,.
| OF hours ,,,,,,
prs.,bed in the freshness of our childhood I
bowers.
Give back the sky, in its uncouded blue
Rich with the tintings OF stainless nue.
! Peturn at least. the brcezes, meek ant
| mid,
! Which famed the forehead of the snles
child,
The waving beauty Of the landscapes sheen
And tho rich yerdure of the forest green
in that soft season, when the glowing ey
Caught dreams of beauty as they Hoate'
by
Give us the 10y so trembling ~ intense,
| Which thrilled the fibres Of our reellni
sense;
When with no cloud on our horizon hung
The hours danced lightly, for the hear
was young.
Quit we the theme, nor may We now pro
long -,
| These pleasant musings on the ghosti.
tbrong,
Which haunt our footsteps in mist,
crowd,
And wrap our thoughts at banquets in
shroud."
Ours is the stir and din of crowded HE
And months Of action follow weeks G
strife
Each in his path of honor. or of gain,
Treads to the measured step OF joy Q
pain,
Until at length, inexorable fate,
Exhausts the fires of :ealty and Of hate
And gives the lfeless form by being nurs
ed,
To be applauded or TO be accursed.
As thew have garnered for future fame
The dues of glory or the deeds OF shame
Pause here a moment-wbile we prout
Nv speak
With a flushed forehead and CLOWN
cheek
or that great name, whose very sound In
parts
The throb Of reverence to our heart
hearts;
Sad is the sivh ard mournful is the thoa
Stirred by the record on this year inwrough
But not Tor HIM should grief our evell
steep,
It is our country claims the giit-to wee
His was the power to win our hearts al
move ;,
4 The blended struggings of regret and Low
The glorious chain of intellect, which BIN
With cords of iron, weak to mighty mind
These are the least of the consumma
art,
Which chained tho Nation to his gen.
Gus heart.
His are the gifts Of greatness, SO combine
Within the circle of that magic mind,
e 10 sinoly win or sway in high debate,
S IA raise the helpless or to save the Sta
Rest on tby laurels! there is yet Tor tht
d The bursting chorus of the great and ire
Rnug ont in one wild requiem DER tom
S r., Glory rescued from the genera! doom
ssrenelv rest-in a declining lie,
n, 80 made sacred from the voice
Until the hour peoples choral lay,
( May weave It's measuio
& of CLAY;
% "a an the foldings Of our flag unfurl
Fling out thy history TO n m,ou ,nau we moI
Is We change the theme nor may we
'0 ger here, A., ID o,s b;er
: - 81 red east in robes Of living light
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