The daily union. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1845-1857, 1847-01-02
carrier. Address TO the Patrons OF the Union.
JANUARY /, 1S47.

q, avery mind, with past experience wise,
snd M It's grateful thoughts toward the skies!
~, every heart, by love and grace refned
IA rr,ises 10 the grateful thoughts of mind!
r., ali beneath the ethereal arch above,
IIne in homage TO the God OF love,
ror mercy shown in ths--a New Years day
While millions 10 the tomb are swept away!
Fast moving the rapid tide of time,
Twelve deeting months have passed beyond the limo
Which now divides the present from the past,
While thousands mourn, in tears, their sudden haste.
We mourn that months have flown swiftly by
We weep or else we breathe the deep-drawn sigh
That in their passage some bright hope has died,
Or some cold mldew fallen on prde
We she'd, perhaps, the peniential tear,
While we reflect on the departed year,
And ms the retrospect we sadly scan,
Find that we've wrongcd our felow-mortal man;
Or else we bow, and weep more freely still,
From sorrows which wrctched bosoms fill,
To think that to the world our hearts we've given,
While we've abandoned every hope of Heaven.
Yet, memry loves to linger DER the page
Which chronicles the of earlier age:
IT'S thus the mind turns TO the parting year,
Where scenes of sorrow, joy, and hope appears
The soul then shrinks from many painful scene,
And smiles, and weeps, DER joys that once have been.
While musing DER the chequered map of life,
Filled with the varied scenesof peace and strife,
We start to think that man, so hail a thing,
Through such a maze, cheerful face can bring
Yet, when cast our anxious eyes around,
The care-worn tace, to wear smile is found;
The withered hope is seen again to bloom;
The breaking heart uplifted from the tomb!
Oh then, souls, with gratitude and praise,
Up to the skies their tuneiul anthems raise,
And send their hottest incense up to Heaven,
For strength like this, to man SO kindly given!
Time priceless Time! why speed so swiftly by
Thou els, well, eternity is nigh!
The doom of men thy hands too soon unfold
Revealing fates that hope would keep untold
All has another old year passed away
It's knell has Just been chned!-a New Years day
Dawns the world T Hume tn eventfnl past,
And move the mind to think upon the last
To contemplate departed time, how sad!
To view the graves one single year has made =
Graves of hopes! joys! our dearest friends!
We find not where the sad reflection ends
Back back! rove, TO find some safe retreat;
But every step the sad truth we meet
That sorrow, disappointment pain, and death,
Attend us, when or where we draw our breath!
Such truths we learn from the departed year!
Buried with il, are friends once loved and dear!
With it arc buried hopes that once rose high,
And, tow'ring upward, almost reached the sky!
Alasl beneath the with ring tread of time,
Our hopes of Earth and Heaven alike decline
Beneath the crumbling wreck of months and days,
Vain schemes now lie that tire theme OF praise!
The poet statesman, orator, and sage,
Who hoped to shine on the historic page,
In one brief year have sunk to lifeess dust,
Before they made their claims to honor just
All, who, in the departed years swift round,
Hath not some hapess disappointment found!
All who hath not the chill of penury felt,
Or found that reachcry in his friend hath dwelt!
Whohath not mouned DER fortunes sad reverse!
Or wcpt beneath pcrfdious friendships curse
Who hath not seen his prospects fade away,
Before they reached their bright meridian day!
Who hath not seen his laurels droop and die,
Just as he wreathed them for his place on high!
Who hath not his honor stained with shame
Whilst grasping at the summit of his fame!
Who hath not, sorrowng, bent DER some dear FRIEND
Whom death had summoned to early end
Or, weeping, knelt by some dear parents bed,
Whom time NUMBERING with the silent dead.
Who hath not felt those shades of deepest gloom,
That make the heart sink almost to the tomb!
All! all have had some blighting to bear
Many have sunk in deep and dark despair;
While thousands crushed beneath the hand of fate,
Have suffered more than pen could e'er relate
Yet murm'rng man, to mourn forever prone,
Should not forget the Kindness God has shown.
Though owring clouds have cast their shades around,
Some sunlit oft have hapy found
Ourlives distinguished high with gifts have been,
And numerous blessings in path we've seen;
For us the good and great Creators hand
Joy hath dispersed throughout our happy land;
The seasons have their annual round performed
Each to its office kindly has conformed;
Earth's genial fruits kind Heaven hath richly sent,
And TO country every blessing lent;
Pale Famine here hath not its footprints shown;
To us grim Pestence has been unknown;
Religion here, unawcd by tyrants rod,
Is free to worship as it may, our God
Through fertile plains and valleys of our land,
Our ireemen roam--a great and glorious band
Our nation, splendid in her high estate,
Invites to fame the little and the great
No titled dukes and ears receive her care,
But plonghboy with the tuored youth may share;
Equality of rights, her genius will defend;
The humblest, for her honors may contend!
While sad and sangunary
Makes every heart its bloodshed TO deplore,
Our gallant sons have gone foe TO fight,
EI,,1. IL. et,.l
In time long past, which tried the souls of men,
Heaven smiled upon and gave victory then;
And now, the justice of our cause TO show,
1t gives conquest Mexico!
torbearing long, did our sires of old,
Our sense of right, we long, too long, controlld;
And not until tn invaders gave the blow,
Did we, to strike, in awful conflict go.
But when the sound of war through our land
The sword was grasped by every youthful hand;
And forced not by the laws omnic arm,
Our youth sprang forward at the first alarm
Inc north, the south, the east, and far-of west
With "anor pairir' fully, freely best,
Gave up their sons, their eountry's rights togain
And her pure honor bravey maintain
They rushed, with ard sn haste and spirits brave
Each one prepared to meet n soldiers grave
Zach, with his brother, viii in conflict vie
And by each others side they'll noby die!
On Palo Altos ground their blood they she'd
And left rich trophies TO their honorcd dead
Whose brows were decked with laurels for the tomb
Which round their graves shall live in fadec.s bloom
Resaca, too its tale of glory tells
There, too, the consec rated trophy dwells!
And future generations of our race
Shall rise up there, to bless that sacred place
The fdghtful scenes of fated Monterey
VIII glory give, in far distant day,
10 those whose valor taught them to defy
storm, in which each man seemed doom'd to die
In vain we seek, through the historic page,
such vaor, in earlier land or ages