White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1860-01-19
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.9T DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR

WE"''" P"'"S' +.
1ES DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR
BY GEORGE D. PRENTICE.
80, ,s, rhnt fsIrfsI tons vas that which rose
a, visd Of nidnighti Nsturs sounds
sr.,.u Ger ,arth for the departed year: ~
=. -.,s i,s last breath passed into tho voiS
"a. ,.,sss stsFsfty, hs1sd o. si
80 vitkiu The chambers Of my soul M
- oershancs the shadow Of . Sound,
81 ,,r.us. and dismal, as it were = vail.
,,.-,,s Blended vail, from all the grsVss
"a ,.,.,ebr.s Of ocean and sfsarh,
r., n. silly air. oh, wa 1t A0t
-, ,.l.u, voice Of old Eternity
r,,,d,s On. err. one wild and deep iansais
To siI Sssa ehiIdi
The yssE, alas, % gOsS 'a- l'-.
r.,,,,, ,ou The world! He seemed too stfsnE, l
p. ni,hty s'sr TO die. He laid his hazd
a, b,,.tbinr millions. and they Ssnk beneath
n, r.,u EraH Of the grave; be blew HlOOd I
p, ,rupeiblss sfbsttle, and DARK hosts
Wsi, tbe mortal shock, and whsn the Same
I,s ,uoEs Of conflict had gone By, thsy hy
In, Auiunn' rad leaves On tie plain; he passed
M, ,,r,h, aad, at each wave of HE beoad vings.
v.s,us, earthquake. whiTlWind, storm and food
srsrG up between the sil'1t 'P.u, and wrought
II, S.,rfuI srraads OF thsiF destiny;
Tanou hi. own great mission done, be hsS r,f
a, ,,or,b.d and broken pinioas with The dad.
Th.,,. ,b.r, to ,l..p. -..-.-e
What 10 dnsS
Eint power, stern, vast, and bodile'i,
That us may feel, hat never see. We gats
With sehing eyes intS the past, ssd there
We zee thousand shapes Of light Aad gloom
Floating ike stonf in the Paliid beams
Ofnourfal memory, sut che psFshsd yesf
d ali unIssn. From theses We sadly turn, FHi
And, EaIas on the futsrs, We behold ts1
Din, countless Phsntoma trooPing fEon itI dark
uhftthOnsd OCEAN to the lonely shore
Ofsnrthy being, but the coming yeaH
Ar, an Invisible. AID then we pause
And gaEs above, around, beneath, Aad To-
Chr eyes ere startled BY the mighty deeds
@hs now Pa''inE tins; the iron ~igh' ~
We feel the awful spectre touch our browSi
With his eOld death-Iike finger; and We hear
The deep and mingled rear that risssoP
Inn al his mi grty doingS on ouf earth; rt
And yet he has no form 10 east is CLEAN -
On Ih,dOW on your sight.
The pared yssr
fiH'd Firth from earth a biO0nins Paradise i-
@~'s sprinsnOvsr'-lh'es waved hil AutuHn wand
Aad they were not. he woke Ia human 'oul'
NIriadi OfhOPes and joys and burning lover,
That seemed like things Of Immortality
Re tOushsd them. and they died. Anothsr ysaf,o
Ih'Thot God, 10 east beneath tbs Skiss, .eFs
And what is darky hidden in the stil a.r
And 'I'nt depths of mysterious month"; ~
We may not knOW-thank God, we may not kncv.
We oaly know that with each passing month,
And day and hour. the low, deep wall Of grief, -i
The nadasnsd cry Of agony, the IhOui -srUl
Wh'rcs ambition, the load thunder shook aa7
otslOSdy conflict and the knell Of death
VIII echo sash its one brief moment Der
And lost forever In the onward ,weep
ofiu implying w,r... .. -r
r -.s .--.
The midnight SkisS
Are weeping silent tears, as if they grisved
For the ed year, and the pale stars look sad
AID trembIs, a, if living, sOrroving AeIrts
"'r' 'hrObSng in their breasts. In vsinl in vsinl
The fad'd year is nothing nov. The flowers,
The binds, the waves, the thousand melodies
Wrs'nAl life and nature win come back;
s'' he returns no more. The winds may search
For hin in their far jOurneyinss; the grand 3D. o.
oh ocean with its thunder tones may call
Forever to him in its c,as,Ie.s dash
Beneath the heavens; the bright and burning stars,
With their high tone of Eden ninItrelsy,
nay 'psak his name in their stefaalswesp
Along thsir flaming naths. The eornet, ,rild