White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1860-01-12
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FHE CLOSING YEAR.
~ GEORGE D. PRENTICE.

,-.-i5,irhtI holy hour-snd silsnes now
,,..,a,s ike s.HiIe shirt DER
.,iB ,,a sulsslss wSEid. HsFk, On the winds
.-.h.H,, s.sp tones ere swsllias-fis the knsll
o,,., S.u,r,d year. No fansraitrain
,.,-,,oirs past; yet, on the stream and wood,
-, ,,i.neboIy light. the moon-beams rest
,a.,D,I.. ,pofls,s shroud: the air iI stirred
a., ,posrssrs sigh, and On yon cloud
-, sr,, 90 aiIl and pIacidly through heaven,
.. ,,;rt. Of the seasons seem to stand
-, s,1.,. bright Sumner, Autsnn's solemn form
a., y,,,r with its Agrd loeks-and breathss
:. uo,r,fal eadeaesI that come sbrosd
IA, ii, far wind-hzrps villa and touehing vail,
,-,l,,sboly dirse DER the dead Year,
Ca, from the Earth forever
lis time
r.u,ro,, ,.d for tssr. Within ihs deep,
sill sh.ub.n Of the heart, spectre din.
Who's, ,s..s are like tie wizarj voice Of Time,
H,.ri from the tomb Of ages, POintI its cold
And solemn 6ng'r to the beautiful
I,S bsy vinoas shat have passed away,
I,sI,h no shadow Of their IovelinesS
O, Ii. dead vast. ofIife. That spectre hfS
A,d. bending sournfully above the pale.
s., forms that ,lubsr there, scstssTS dead sowsrs
Or what has past to nsthinEne'I.
The year
Ne, gone. snd, with IL, many glorious thfong
o,bspvv dreams. It's mark each brnW,
n, shadow in each hear. In its swim eoUTse,
Il waved itI ,erptss Ger the beautiful
d,hsy are not u laid its PslIid hand
Use. the strong man-sAd the naughty form
I, fallen, sad the flashing eve is dim.
Il trcd the hall ofrrvsry. where ihSoaEsd
Th. bright and ioyou,-and the fearful wall
OfrrsE.n ass., 10 hs,rl where est the song
Aad rsskIsu shout Fssounded.
hpsoed Ger
III. bsuIsplsn, whsr. sword. and spear. aud shield
r,,S.d ia tie light Of mid.iay-And the strength
of.,risd ho,i, i, ,hirsrrd, and the grass,
Greer frnu the ,oiI Of csrnsEe, waves shove
The crashed and mouldsfing skeleton. Ii VAms,
Aad faded like q wreath of mist At eve;
Yet, or. il melted in the viewless air,
Il b.rslded its millions 10 their home
Ia the dim land Of dreams.
RemaFseless Time!
Fore spirit of the glass and sevths,-whsi PsWsS
Can stay hin in bis silent eorTse, or melt
Ms iroa heart 70 pi;yi On. still on,
Re preIi.s. and forever. The rrrud biSl,
Tn, Condor Of the AHdes. that can sosT
Ihruuth heAveas unfathomsble depths, or brave
Il. iary cfths northern Hurricane,
AID bats, hi, plumsse in the ihundeT's home,
Fold hi, broad wings At nishrfsT. and sinks Down
To rest Upon his mOuntain eraE-but Time
HSsr not The weight OF sleep or wsaEiaess,
All niEhtf deep darkness has no chain to bad
His ruihng pinianI.
Revolutions sweep
Or ssrh, Ike ,roublsd visions orr the breast
Obtaining Sofrov-ciiiss rise and sink
Like bubbles on the wsi-r-6rry isles
Spring bl,Ing from the Ocean, aad 90 back
To their mysterious esvern.-MOuniains rssr
10 heaven their bald sal blaekensd cliff, and bow
Their tail heads te Il, plain-new EmpiseS rise,
Gathers. the sr-a.ih ofhosfy centuries.
Aad rs,h down like the Alpine avalsnche,
snnin: the nauOnS-aad the very stnrs,
fon bright and burning blaIonrV Of God,
Glitter while in their eternal depths,
And Ike ihe Pleiad. loveliesi oftheir tr,in,
Shoo' from their glorious spheres, Nnd pass away,
To datsls in the rarkless void. Yer, Time.
Tine, the tonb-bulder hollis his fer-e career,
DARK stern, all-piiIess. and pauses not
Amid the mighty wrecks that sirsw his path,
10 ST and muse like Other conousrors
Upon the fearful ruin he has wrought.