The Winchester weekly appeal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1856-1856, 1856-10-10
"TWILL BE ALL THE SAME IN A
HUNDRED YEARS."

VI JOuhS iShioiO iiiohu' VII peHoli VI
our readers we thank her, and hope she
will favor US again.
Twill be all the same in hundred years.
What spell-word 10 conjure up smiles and
tears! ......
o, how oft do muse, mid the thoughtless
and gay,
On the marvellous truth that these words con-
vey!
And can it be SO! Must the valiant and free,
Have their tenure of life on this frail decree?
Are the trophies they've reared and the glo-
ries they've won,
Only castles of frost-work, confronting the
And must all that is joyous and brilliant to
As midsummer dream, be as periShing too?
Then have pity, ye proud ones-be gentle, ye
great,
o, remember how mercy beseemcth your
safe;
For the rust that consumeth the sword of the
brave .'...
Is eating the chain of the manacled slave,
And the conqueror's frowns and the victims
tears
Will be all the same in hundred years!
Twill be all the same in hundred years!
What spell-word to conjure up smiles and
tears!
How dark are your fortunes, ye sons of the
SOIL
Whose heirldom is sorrow, whose birthrigLt
is toll!
Yet, envy not those who have glory and gold,
By the sweat of the poor and the blood of the
bold;
For It's coming, howe'er they may faunt in
their pride,
The day when they'll moulder to dust by your
side.
Death uniteth the children of toll and sloth,
And the democrat reptiles carouse upon both;
For time, as he speeds on his vicwless wings,
Disenamels and withers all earthly things;
And the knights white plume, and the shep-
herds crook,
And the minstrel's pipe and the scholars book,
And the cmperor's crown, and his Cossack' S
spear,
Will be just alike in hundred years!
Twill be all the same in a hundred years,
@, most magical fountain of smiles and tears
TO think that our hopes, like the flowers Of
June
Which We love so much should be lost so
Then what meaneth the chase after phantom
joys!
Or the breaking Of human hearts for toys?
Or the veteran's pride in his crafty schemes!
Or 'the passions Of youth for its darling
drcams?'
Or tie aiming at ends we never can span!
Or the deadly aversion of man for man!
What availeth it all O,ye sages say
Or the miser's Joy in his brilliant clay!
Or the lovers zeal for his matchless prize
The enchanting maid with the starry eyes!
Or the fevcrish conflict of hopes and fears!
If It's all the same in hundred ycars!
All! It's not the same in a hundred years,
How Clear soryer the case appears;
For know we not that beyond the grave,
Far, far beyond where the cedars wave
On the Syrian mountains, or where the stars
Come glttering forth in their golden cars,
There bloomeh land Of perennial bliss,
Where we smile to think OF the tears in this!
And the pilgrim reaching that radiant shore,
Has the thought Of death in his heart no more,
But lnyeth his staff and sandals down
For the victor's palm, and the monarch's
crown,
And the mother meets, in that Tranquil sphere,
Tho delightful child she has wept for here;
And the warriors sN ord that protects the
right,
Is beeweled with stars Of undying light;
And we quaff of the same immortal cup,
While the orphan smiles, and the slave looks
up!
So be glad my heart and forget thy tears
For it's not the same in hundred years!
Reader, Whenever democrat approach.
es you and attempts to persuade you to
vote for the Cincinnati Platform on the
ground that Fillmore stands no chance
ask him ifhe has heard the news from
Iowa. If that don't stop him, then ask
him if he has heard from Maine. In nine
cases out of ten this vii make him as
mum as his candidate. We tried dem.
ocrat this way the other day, and imme.
his under lin dropped TO an angle