Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1855-01-04
Gge Wuse.
CARRIER ADDRESS
To the Patrons of the
II a STERN M Il .
january I, 1855.

Good day, kind friends and patrons all good cheer
Again to wish you well You I'm here,
And not without a word two to say,
Ifyou spare moment of the day,
To hear my song. which sure Time shall bring
The twelvemonts's end, I'm ready here to sing.
May fortune smile on you, and from her store
So rich and plenteous, bountiiuly pour;
A thousand blessings bright and golden, fall
On you and all mankind in general.
God Country and Rulers who
Now guide the Ship of State the tempests through
Tempests indeed which make the Ocean deep
BrOl to its very depths, and raging, sweep
From to land, until the very sky
Grows dark, and stars fade and go out on high.
God speed the " Union - Guide her with his hand,
Until Afar she sees the shining strand.
Oh may the light that bursts from the golden gate,
Where liberty and justice anxious wait
To receive her to their haven, eInblazon there
The Stars and Stripes pure and spqtless fair
As, when frs; plunged she forth into the wave
Without, rent, bemish, stain.
The Flag that led great WASHINGTON the brave,
Now and forever, may it glorious
Tbs Times The Times Oh what a cry-The Times
Fen mngling with our Merry Christmas chimes
Was heard the saidcnins moan Of rabid want
And poverty while Hunger, grim and gaunt.
Stalks through the streets, cen at very heels.
He only it who, its fierce grasp feels;
Ia vain he cries I; and of like Pharisee
We pass and leave him in his misery,
Oh blessed he that Good Samaritan
Who hath compassion on his fellow-nsn,-
Who in the Heavens lsyeth his treasure up,
And tasseth not Of Earth's sweet poisoned cup
or luxury and lust /; but high above,
On things eternal ixeth fast his love.
Yea . tho the Times be hard, and glarng eyes
ofdesth-ke poverty, and images
or misery and want may haunt the street
Tho of with loss and lnckless fate we meet
Tho " Labor leaneth Anxious on his spade y
And night and day no busy hum is made,
To tell ofindus,ry, Of plenty and content
Tho all the worlds great fortune spent
Tho every man has shut his strong barred door,
Iii. purse his heart, and cries I'm poor I'm poor :"
Alas there's yet sadder, harder thing
A thing which, harder times than these shall bring,
It's hardness Of the heart-a frozen SOUL
selfish lust, enveloping the whole
Oh better ope the fount OF charity
And let loves sunshine beam forth from thine eve!
From deadening charms Of selfish wealth all free,
Live for the world and all the worlds for thee
The YEAR, gone Times rolling wheel at last
Has dipt it meath the eternal sea-the Past.
It's smiles and tears like fading from eye,
Sleep in the silent halls Ct memory.
Nor shall the weight OF cannon in the east,
Or wisdom { y in the west, eer in the least
Disturb its equilibrium, outweigh
Its balance Just, stop its flight day;
For likewise war and peace shall lin their eyes,
Bloody, and fearful, to the shining skies.
Alike the sunlight warmly on them falls
On golden harvest fiells,-on shattered walls.
The Year is gone lie wrapt his robe about
His withered form, and went a moaning out
And rs he left and shut the threshold door
We sighed to think trc'd siueR IL more.
But far away be gloomy thoughts like these.
Let not hard times and wars, and snow-stors eoze
Your hearts warm fOunt Of merriment and cheer,
But for the netr wish each Happy Year! p
For to the sinful year of sin is gone.
year Of sadness, too, to the forlorn.
A year Of wealth has added to her store
The wisdom Of years experience more;
For one year less, this wilderness to roam,
The sprit-wsary draw nigh to their home.
So now farewell. III meet you oft again,
Mid winters storms and meath the summer rain
I've sung my song but only, e'er part,
just let tell you what lies next my heart
To bring to mind the maxim old and true
'of Birds in ths bash, the hands north ttro."