Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1852-12-28

From the Southern LadieS Book.
Tke Death Or :hc Year.
BT GRO. D. rRENTIoE.
List! listi what fearful tone was that which rose
Upon the wind of midnight Nature sounds
No knell Ger earth for the departed year
Yet when its last breath passed into the void
or the by-gone eternity, heard
Echoed within the chambers of my soul
A sound, perchanee the shadow of sound,
Wild, strange and dismal asit were wall,
A low and blended wall, from all the graves
And sepulchres Of ocean and Of earth.
Upon the Silly air. Oh, was 1t not
The solemn voice of old Eternity
Bttering one cry, one wild and deep lament,
For his dead child
The year, alasl is gone
Forever from the worldl He seemed too strong,
Too mighty e'er to die. He laid his hand
On breathing millions, and they sunk beneath
The green grass of the grave; he blew aloud
The trumpet blast of battle, and dark hosts
Met in the mortal shock, and when the flame
And smoke Of conflict had gone by, they lay
Like Autumn's red leaves on the plain; he
passed
o'er Earth, and at each--wave of his broad wings,
Volcano, earthquake, whirlwind, storm and food
Sprang up beneath the silent spell, and wrought
The fearful errands of their destiny;
Yet now, his own great mission done, he lies
On scorched and broken pinions with the dead,
There, there to sleep.
What is Timer
A giant-power, stern, vast and bodiless,
That we may feel, but never see. We gaze
With aching eyes into the past, and there
We see thousand shapes of light and gloom
Floating like atoms in the paid beams
OF mournful memory, but the perished year
Is all unseen. From thence we sadly turn,
And gazing on the future. we behold
Dim, countless phantoms, trooping from its dark
Unfathomsd ocean, to the lonely shore
OF earthly being, but the coming years
Are all invisible. And then we pause,
And gaze above, around, beneath, and 10!
Our eyes are startled by the mighty deeds
OF the now passing time; the iron weight
Of his stern presence rests upon our souls;
We feel the awful spectre touch our brows
With his cold, death-like fingers; and we hear
The deep and mingled roar that rises up
From all his mighty doings on our earth;
And yet he has no form to cast its gleam
Or shadow on our sight.
The parted year
Called forth from earth blooming Paradise
OF sweet spring fowerB-he waved his autumn
wand
And they were not. He woke in human souls
Myrads of hopes and joys and burning loves,
That seemed like things of Immortality
He touched them and they died. Another year
The gift of God is cast beneath the skies,
And what is darkly hidden in the still
And silent depths of its mysterious months,
We may not know-thank God, we may not
know,
We only know that with each assing month
And day and hour the low, deep wall of grief,
The maddened cry Of agony, the shout
OF fierce ambition. the lnnd thunder r-shook .-l.
VI Dioodyconflict and the knell of death
Will echo, each, its own brief moment Ger
The sea Of time, and then be swallowed up
And lost forever in the onward sweep
Ofits Implying waves.
Tie midnight skies
Are weeping silent tears as ifthey grieved
For the old year, and the pale stars look sad
And tremble, as if living, souowing hearts
Were throbbing in their breasts. In vain! in
vain.
The faded year is nothing now. The flowers,
The birds, the wave, the thousand melodies
OF vernal life and nature will come back,
But he returns no more. The winds may search
For him in their far iourneyings; the grand
Old ocean with its thunder-to tones may call
Forever to him in its ceaseless dash
Beneath the heavens-the bright and burning
stars
With their high tones of Eden minstrelsy
May speak his name in their eternal sweep
Along their flaming paths; the comets wild
May seek him by the baleful blaze they spread
Through realms of ancient night; but none ofI
these
Shall ever find him, for he lyeth not
In all the universe Of God. Years die,
And centuries die, and there will come day
When the dread angel of the Apocalypse,
Standing on land and sea, will lift his hand
Andswear that time shall be no more.
Yet thou,
Oh man, wilt never die The earth will pass
Like a wild dream away, the very heavens
Be rolled together as scroll, but He,
Beneath whose feet the sun and stars are dust,
Hath said that thou shalt never die. Those great
And awful words Of the omnipotent
Are caughtup and re-echoed to thy soul
BY all the world ofnature. A deep voice,
rhattells thee of thy Immortality,
'peakS in the breeze and in the hurricane;
'lendS with the gentle music ofthe stream,
rhe loud rush Of thseataraUt, ti4vpeaf .s-s'sAt
rom the dark bosom of the cloud, and all
The thousand mystic cadences of night,
)eep mingles with the everlasting roar
" ocean in his wild unrest, and swellS
'orever in the angel-symphonieS
ung by the stars around the mi might thTonel
LOUISVILLE, KY, 1882.
From the Cincinnati Commercial,
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