The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1858-11-11
For the Journal.
q Nothing New.N

II tou search this wide werld over, you'll find
That ''nothing has been e'er brought to m'nd'
But somewhere twas thought ot before by mHhSluu
nd now, gentle muses. your favor sue,
Without your kind aid, shall scarcely get through
For the subject l borrowed; an old one It's, too;
It's nothing new" "nothns new"
The railroad that boasts of it's "iron horse feet,
In this age of progress nor deems 1t unmeet'
With its sster.frend, Lghtningin speed to compete
Is " nothing new "-the prophet tells true,
or carriages jostling the crowded streets through,
And tells us they ran IKE the lignIning gig 700,
SO that's "nothing new )" " nothing new
Even the Atlantic Telegraph must quit the Field,
And Cyrus though lionized. will find he must yield
Precedence of origin to one, whose shield
No noble name bears; but he thought Oft too.
And on q small plan carried It through,
His lot Is an humble one; he's known but by few;
A Submarine Gable il" nothing new"
The goddess Of Fashion, who rules the gay world,
And from pleasure to pleasure has her votares hnrd
For hundreds of years. she's her banners unfurled;
The belle her rings. she has naugt else to do
She looks in the glass, and toys with her shoe
But wise solomon's wives no doubt did so too,
iTis sad waste of time, but tits nothing new
The flowers that are blooming so brightly to-day,
The insects that sport in the suns warm ray,
And the birds that warble their joyous lay. [teo,
Are nothing new;r ages agothere were bright blooms
The shens as brightly; birds sang, it is true,
And within Noahs ark gay insects there flew,
And nothing is new,'" nothing is new"
The beautiful rainbow-that child of the sky
As their have been raised to our Father on nigh
And we also love the glorious view,
And gaze with delight on each brilliant hue, lblue.
And admire the sweet sight with its back kground OF
Thoughts nothing new,"" nothing new"
From childhood to manhood, from manhood to age,
The pen of the poet has checkered lite's page
With darkening forebodings, by experience, sage.
1t is sad to believe that this is all rue
That hearts are false-sncere friends so Few,
And with tender words spoke souls naugh to DO
But tits "nothing new, y" nothing new
O. beautiful maiden. with chestnut-brown hair,
Thy heart in its innoce ence-lovely and fair
Thou hast given away, to one whose care
Should be to protect it. But eyes of blue,
Long before thine, have been sadly dmmed, too,
By bitter words spoken that pierced the heart through
Alas! tits not new, nothing new"
Parents you've seen your hopes buried low
Children, you've followed trains, sable and slow;
Friends, ye have parted in anguish and woe; too;
All me! tits not Sickness and death will ever come,
Sorrow and pain ever follow us through
Our ieurney below; while evil and few
Our days are here, where nothing is new"
o, Heavenly Father for thy guidance pray,
That nearer to thee may live ont each day
And ne'er from thy presence be tempted TO stray.
And when to this care world we've hidden adieu,
And have entered Deaths Valley OH guide us safe hro
10 thy home above; where to me and to you,
o, way-weary pilgrim, twill be blessedly new.
BOWLING GREEN, Oct, 1853.