Lynchburg daily Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1852-1861, 1856-01-01
Sa.RIER.s ADDiRI..8
sairoas efthe "E,nchbnrg yirafniaa


around the h~ara-trod track of the world
Time on his steed has swiftly whirled,
Waved his palsied, parting hand,
Anu gone forever to the Silent Land.
Another ebbing of tn eternal tide,
Another rolling of n mighty wave
Another ynaning Of Deaths gate wide,
Another year in the dead rast's grave
An end 10 the song of the broken-hcarted,
a tear Tor the mourning and weary
For the sorrows of the met and parted
In the worlds sad home and drcary.
The sickle sharp of the reaper Death
Has gathered the bearded grain at n breath,
And the flowers that grew between
In the gilded life of Autnmn's sheen,
And the sinless child of many a sorrow
Sleeps in a peace Earth did not know
A peace which never hath a morrow,
But lnlls TO rest forever more.
hear the tolling of a passing bell,
1t ringeth the Old Years funeral knell
Tomorrow t will ring a paan chime
For the birth of another child of Timel
There's solemn music in the Halls of Night,
There S Il requiem for the dying
Where the Old Year, lay at dawn of light
A newborn child is lying;
And the sheet that warns him in his bed
Was the cold shroud of his father dead
There 5 a shout of JOY that shakes the world:
The flag OF the New Years race is unfurled
Many's the rider that enters the race,
That, urging his steed at a killing pace,
Erst he reaches the winning post
Faints and falls, and the race is lostl
But many they of earnest soul,
Who reach in triumph the distant goal,
Who we gathered the flowers that grew at their feet,
And distilled the bitter of life into sweet;
They sieze the moments as they fly
Learning to live, they learn TO die
That when the Father calls them home,
They sink most gently into the tomb.
Near nineteen hundred years agone
An index star in the East hung bright,
To mark where the Savior-God was born,
And guide men there by its holy light;
1t beamed with Faith, and Hope, and Love,
And Charity too, to sinful men
But the hearts of men it does not move
Any more now than then.
l believe twas in Mr.. Co1ERDcE's book
| once read of a walk the Devil took
When the supply in Hades was getting down,
To see how his stock on the earth came on,
And was so well pleased with its condition
That he fastened home and enlarged perdition.
If the world s worse now | must not tell,
Nor of those who have lately gone to-well,
I'll not say where but of the sins that men now do
| must be %pardoned a word or two,
Aud You must not think my intention evil
When ltell of the walk of the Printers Devil
OF what he thought. and what he saw
Opposed to morals, but not to law
saw AH1nence in its gaudy suit,
Its hoops and. plumes and heeled boot,
Its robes of velvet aud moire-antique,
The flash of its silks and satins sleek,
As with stately step it proudly trod
The halls of the everything God,
And paid a price to worship there
Where lowly poverty did not darel
How can God hear except from a pew
Which pays up promptly its quarters due?
Throw gold dust in the Almighty's eyes
That tn vour sins He he hlin1Wise
saw an Auction-IIouse of Hearts,
Where mannuv'ring Ma dispensed her arts,
And made displays of the gorgeous kind
TO hide the fiimsiness that lay behind.
Wealth came there and brought its daughter
And knocked her out to a heap Of gold
What is that but human slaughter
When a human heart is soldf
Two congregations come together,
| saw, ono splendid Sabbath day,
They met like Taures meet each other,
And neither would turn away.
When Christian brethren teach of love
Aud of charity for our brother,
Why stand they still and never move,
Each a stumbling-block to the other?
saw n starving child that cried
Sir Leyitc passed to the other side;
Never a care had he, he said,
If eviry y%agabond in town were dead!
The Devil laughed with great good glcc
To think what a cracknel lie q one day be,
saw Il constable selling a bed
1t belonged to q lonely widow, he said
Shylock sold it under a distress
Poor fellow he was starving | guess.
I saw, next day, a funeral pageant pass,
Bearing Shylock to his souls great mass
opine that he was such a miser hoary,
He didn't stop at purgatory,
But took n through ticket and when right in
70 the great depot of the Father of Sin.
And now, as his body brilliant flashes,
| say, in courtesy, =" peace to his ashes :!
saw many things 'twould not do to mention
'Twould Mt sound well in a Church's Convention,
And at Synod, Conference, or Protracted Meeting,
Would meet with a very sorry greeting
The rich wouldn't like it in church or ont it
What right have l to tell about it?
None, my friends, save to let you know
He lends to God who gives to the poor.
And may you not, as some men do,
Forget to . gre the Der1i has due Pr