The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1857-01-01

Sadly. n murmuring, plainive strain
Floats up to each listening star,
With strangely sorrowful refrain,
Through the azure depths ce,T,
Farewell-tnreNc)l; from hence go,
Chiae not my lingering stav;-
Whv would ye, that the dying year,
Were forever passed away!
Who're are the by-gOne, sunny days,
The walks by silv'ry streams
The hopes that shed golden glow,
Fen DER the land of dreams!
Their sweetest hours were soonest sped,
With the halo from the rose,
Ye have forgotten all my joys
Can yc forget my icoes'
The New Year may come, with dance and song
And naughty revelrv;
But, mid the merry thoughtless throng,
Thou wilt vet remember me.
Oh he hath garlands rich and fair,
To wreath each festal shrine,
And aowrcts bright, with changeful light,
But the sacred dead-dre niue.
They come as unforbiddcn guests,
In the dark nights solemn noon,
Ie feel the might of their presence now,
Meath the pallid, patient moon.
They that made life so beautiful;
Wish We their memories fed?
And yet, we k,io,r that they are mine-
The dead-the Old Years dead.
The dead! they reign by every hearth
Each lone heart is throne
Ie tremhle, Mt a strangers step,
That seemeth like their own.
And with them, from each household shrine,
There hath glory fed.
gO-I gO-hut hey are mine
The dead-the Old Years dead!
From the towering gOaks.-Britannas pride,
A funeral chaUnt arose,
And the sighing pines of the Western world
Swept low at each measurd close.
From far ltalid's myrtle groves
From the shores of the Amber* sea,
From the rolling base OF OCcan-waves,
SWelled the cadence, wild and free.
He hath gone! he hath gone-forever gone!
oh, weep mid the dawning day,
At the New Years birth, from the radiant earth
In sadness passed away.
Then weep. Oh weep! thou darb5ome deep,
And angry, lowering sky
We have buried him low, and none may know,
Where the Old Years grave doth lie.
Meath mighty domes, in the pnnd'rous tones
OF CirCling ages flown,
And records old, he his name enrolrd:
The weary wanderer-gOnP,
He hath passed the bourne, there Is no return,
And the New Year swtcpath by.--
We have buried him low aud none may know,
Where the Old Years grave doth lie.
mphanty--riumphan-ly
Rang out the New Years voice,
come! come! thou dreary void,
Thou silent wood rejoice!
With gladstone glsh OF mountain stream,
Wild trill of Joyous mirth,
With all things bright AMI bcautiru--
Awake, thou slunlbring earthl
come! Oh, say thou hast watched for me
Meath leaden, wntry skies;--
| come! ] come! once more be free
Thou waiting World-arise!
Is there no welcome for me, hut tears!
No smile when vour King is nearl
have come, to glOrfy the throne
OF the departed year.
Bow down. We weak, rcpining hearts.
Lift M the voice OF prayer,
Ere the last lingering ray departs,
And Offer incense there.
Look We not still for the promised home,
Frail reeds on the waters cast
Sec yc no iu; in the days TO come,
That yC mourn for the buried past.
Where the soft. southern starlight showers,
Wcirl music tlodtrth hy,
Charmed hy the thrilling, passionate spell,
OF the glowing, gorious skv,-
And aiar, where the " dark Norwegian pines"
A murmurinG sound oi welcome wakes,
To the MOnarch--OuTs at last.
Then hurrah a cheer, for the proud New Year
The fearless, brave and bold
To the marry sound, let us gIther round
The hearth-StOne as of old.
Cav laurclS twine, 10 deck each shrine,
And vast cathedral dOme,
To her utmost hound, let earth resound
With the New Years welcOme-hOme.
From secret mines where the ruby shines
We will gather wealth for you,
Each earnest word which the soul hath stirred
To noble deeds and true.
We will bring yOu gems, from the diadems
OF the mnnlrchs Ofthc mind
And jewels bright, Of living light,
In the world OF thought ensArin'd.
All YES E! there is hope, in the days to come,
There are stern resolves and high
And triumphs grand, ere the glad New Year
Shall lay him down to die.
Oh, dwecr mid the joys of home,
We would that unto thee,
A friend, when other friends depart,
Oar "JOuRNALn might hr,--
y charm to ward all evil thoughts,
Far from thy spirits WORLD
\ watchword--in the path of right
hanncr-widc unfurld.
Oh lightly may Times shadows rest,
Gently upon each head
Aud few, OF all those CHERISHED friends,
&c down 20 omcet the dead.
Nc would, that by each happy hearth
IT were our lot to dwell,
That theYr was not in all the earth,
That weary worG--EAREwELI.
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