Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1858-01-07


Remember, then, through all the year
I've brought to each the weekly cheer,
And have not Jagged for mud or rain,
For driving storm, that howled in vain,
For drifted snow or frozen earth.
But sad or gay, in Joy or mirth,
Have still found shop, or home, or store,
Nor chosen nook, or trusted door;
Then ifyou read my hobbling verse.
And call it poor, or bad, or worse,
While each one gives shining dime
III neither care for you or rhyme.
So here / end my introduction
And next will add for your instruction,
Some very sad and sober musings,
About the old years great misusings;
I'll tell you how, alone, his dying,
Had almost set myself a crying;
And how all hai,ed his happy dawning,
With nearly sycophantic fawning.
And then, at last, forgot him sadly
In hopes of hailing New Year gladly
So here go in sad discourse
And change again my changing verse:
Amid the silence of the midnight hour
When spirits roam abroad,
When hushed to rest is mortal power,
And naught awake but God;
While shrieking winds the earth sweep Ger
With shud ring cry and wall,
As if funeral strain to pour
Along the yelling gale
The Old Year, sad with lapse of Time,
And reft ofevery friend.
Bowed low his head in grief sublime,
And met his bitter end.
Not one of all, who, glad and gay,
His early dawniug hailed,
Regretted when he passed away,
= Or mourned him as he failed,
While fiowrets bloomed, or summer smiled,
Or Autumn fruits remained,
Full many loved the Old Year mild.
And he their homage claimed;
But when his form seemed cold and chill
And winters frosts came on,
They shrank away with quaking thrill.
And one by one were gone. fs i
-Tis thus amid the scenes of life
Full oft is friendship here,
While the full tide of Joy is rife
We are to many dear;
Bur when misfortune sails our head
With her cold wintry blast,
They flee, as children flee the dead.
And leave us lone at Last.
Too sad, too sad by far,
l cannot stand it so,
The Old Year sure is gone
And 1 will let him go,
Farewell! FAREWELL Old Friendl
You have been good to me,
And brought far sweeter joys
Than deserved to see:
A New Years come again,
Aad while in life may,
I'll strive for him to sing
A cheerful, pleasant lay;
So here again | change,
And with some smoother verse,
More cheerful, hoping grown,
Start New Year" cn his course:
Like SINNER sun beaming
On youth 8 glowing day
The New Years brings dreaming @
OF bliss that will stay;
We hail his glad dawning
With hearts light with Joy.
And fancy bliss charming
With nought of alloy g9aE
cAll welcomer' the greeting
We give the New Year:
And trust in his ieeting
No sorrow appear;
His blessings abounding.
His pleasures most rare.
We deem that We never
Found year to compare.
Sweet Hope is the Usher
That heralds him in,
And tells DER his treasures
50 soon to be seen;
Ahl bright are the visions
We live In to-day,
And hope says they'll never
Fade falsely away
Well trust in the charmer
And meet the New Year
With spirits SO buoyant
There's no place for fear,
And think while he's passing
True pleasures to share,
The good old dear ones,
And new ones more rare.
But dear Reader. must say ~.
cannot sing much more this way.
My muse so wayward feeting wild,
Like summer ri1l, or bounding child,
She viii not heed the whip or spur,
Or sing aught else than pleases her.
But please remember ere close.
This rambling song Of mine,
Though full of errors to its close
Issurely writ in ryme;
And think you all, ] earnest pray