Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1847-01-06

ADDRESS OF THE CARRIER OF
THE TELEGRAPH = JAN. l, ls47
Another wrinkle on th brow of Timet
Another year whose months and weeks have fled
Another page, the record to complete,
OF past and present-the living and the dead!
Since planet earth her course in space began,
Revolving round in her allotted sphere,
No brighter period hath dawned on man,
Than that which ushcrs in the new born year.
The sun of intellect: whose glorious beams,
Are scattering clouds which have obscured It's
way,
Hath radiance now, which cannot but become,
''Brighter and brighter TO the perfect day!''
Be this my theme!--a richer, nobler one,
Comes not within the range of human thought:
The march of mind, and one great leading
cause,
Which first gave impulse to the pr 'gress wrought;
And not the impulse merely-but has led
From point to point. mind in its upward flight,
Gives wings to thought, embodiment to speech,
And sheds Ger earth still increasing light.
The art OF aris to which, in rudest form,
The genius the German Faust gave birth;
Thine was the wolk to do what has been done,
Thine is the work yet more to bless the earth.
Thine was the hand to take the book ofl:fe,
And stamp its letters enduring page,
Thine to transmit in genuine living form,
Its truths from mind to mind, from age to age.
Before thy power dark Superstition fed,
The chains it forged were stricken from the soul,
Men rose in myriads, as if from the dead,
Forever rescued FRONT its blind con troll.
Science and Art through thee have had their
growth,
Through thee their honors and their triumphs
gained:
BY thee been fostered-step by step been raised,
From lowest TO the highest points attained.
Not here alone Thy influence we behold,
IT'S raced in all achievements o! the mind,
Civilization follows but thy lead,
And owes thee more than all powers else combin'd
The ''art presercatire of arts r. well named!
DISPENSER, too, of Freedoms life and light;
The only monarchs thou wouldst have N Earth,
Are Truth and Justice, Liberty and Right
Tyrants and Despcts, seated on their thrones,
With iron sceptres ruling all mankind
Have vainly str.ven-as their only hope,
Thy tongue-,he Freedom of the Press to
bind.
But thou hast conquered, ana WIZ conquer yet,
Till from all tyrants thou hast snatched the rod
"Vox populi, vox Deli; bear aloft,
The peoples voice (not Kings the voice of God.
But lest should tedious become,
(And, perchance, may not do worse,
I'm admonshed 'twere we'll now to change,
Thesubject and style of my verse.
A sigh for the old year
The year which is dead,
Whose months are all Numbered
Whose days are all fed.
Whose record is finished.
Whose GRAND is done,
And who to the Judgment
To answer hath gone.
How quick hast thou quilted
This earthly scene,
The same now as though
Thou never had'st been,
AS dream W, look back,
To the day of thy BIRTH
As dream thou hast passed
And gone from the EARTH
| song for the New Year,
The year which is born.
We welcome thy coming,
On this thy first morn;
All hail to thy advent,
| Joy be to thy reign,
We welcome thee, New Year,
We greet thee again!
| Thou contest to make full many glad;
Thou CONTEST to make full many sad
And myriads shall lie beneath the sod,
Ere thou, like thy brother, returnest to God;
My verses are finished
My song has been sung,
My muse has departed,
My harp is unstrung;
| In brIeflet re wish you,
! The best OF good cheer,
| With a ero'od of enjoyments,
For erery New Year.
But one thing, trust,
| You fully believe,
''Tis more blessed TO gre
! Than it is to reeeire"
And If in this truth you are believer,
| Why practice it; III be grateful receirer.
From the n Y Eve. Post.