The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1854-01-07

From the Borca! cime> aar,
The cold breath that blasts and srres,
Hath swept again DER tn weary Earth,
As in the last six thousand years.
Another son-Nasted and wan
OF the grey Old Patriarch Time,
Hath passed away to the realms Of ghosts;
That unknow n, mysterious cline.
I'll the sing n. streams grew dumb
When he 'ai.i nim down TO die,
And frozen ,rars from wee ping clouds,
Fell thick and fast lro,n the sky.
The cold SNOW srrwcd his dying day
Pure white snow 10 swaIhe him in death;
The wind vailed DER him rs he las
Painting away his short nin. breath.
All! Oll Year, we join in the wall;
Hang onr hca,s in the Gloom Of grief;
For thou hast PASSED like an idle tale;
Passed from tn length OF our life SO brief.
Mis-spcnt hours call for n sigh
Wasted days claim burning tear
Al! Old Year, we joined in the vail
The wall Of Nature around thy bier.
From lake TO cloud -wrapt mountain top;
From sea TO farrell plairic land,
Thcu "av'St our Nation bliss and bread
With free heart and zen 'rous hand.
Save in some pla cue-sro for some sin,
Thy smiles impaired ;lo, ions health;
AMI smiling, too, 1hoh hn,l poured in
Upon Us, streams OF golden wealth.
W" bless thee Cor Thy Spring of bloom
Thy drws. thy SUNLIGHT and thy rain;
Foi Aunmn's fruit. and shocks of corn,
For Summers shcavrs OF yellow grain.
Thy wa'ctinl care was ever MS all
In busy mid-hay-in hour al steep;
Assnoging clici, or breathing bliss;
We miss thee, we mourn &c and weep.
But from u tomb of the dead we turn;
Dry The biz tears our eyes that dim;
The Infant Year in his cradle les,
And rare promise lies in hlm.
joy; the Carr Ter wishes you Joy!
On the birth Of the infant young.
Who shall bring TO I'll world Il richer bchest
Than the dead whose dir.e we sung.
joy! The Carrier wishes you Jov!
On this New Years inancnral nom
Forhe comes in the Love and Strength of Youth
Bearing plcnly's bcncfccnl Horn.
Like his six thousand bolhcrs gone,
He shall bring the blossoms OF Spring
On tn hills the warm sunlight shall fling.
He shall call from the sunny South,
The song birds TO hedges and groves,
10 delight the ear Of the weary and worn,
with the sweet songs Of their loves.
The sheen of The midsummer green
He shall bang TO meadow and field;
Tic forest Stall tccn--the orchard shall bow
The Harvest rich bounty shall yirLI
The hopes OF the good and true
Are fixed on th" strop. New Year,
They trust he will strike at The b,azen wrongs
winch cypress men Tar and near.
That th' tyrnnt's power before him may cower
That the scorr"od o the earth shall 30 free;
Tia, nations down-lrod shall worship God
Meath the shade Of Librrty's tree.
That Vice which sweeps with breath of death
O'er homeland hraris; whose victims TALL
Beside us in cur daily paih;-
on, strong Young Year, on thee we call
To strike that fearful monster low;
The bc@garinL, blasting f,nd of Rum;
Him dead, and hunircd thousand hearts
Will rejoice Ia The "Good Time, Come"
Oh, Young Yea / cast thyself about;
A thousand oiher ills are rilc
Heal all the woes that smite thc land,
Destroying Virtue, Love and Life.
Then the joys, iii, Carrier prays
10 bless his patrons, will abound;
Then (W) right viii plosper--prace prevail,
While tn New Year wheels his rapid round.