The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1863-02-26
For the Dollar Weekly Bulletin.
E.l A New Years Fancy.


As the mourning winds went sighing by,
But sad was the light in his steadfast eye.
The frost of Winter had blanch'd his hair,
And time had marked his brow with care;
For the Sage had coursed a journey long,
Through joy and sorrow, grief and song.
A bear skin kept from his aged form,
The sleet and hail ofthe raging storm;
A wreath of snow on his brow he wore,
And an iciele elasped the crown before.
Proud was his figure, bold his m0in-
His brow was lofty and serene.
Above him bent shiver'd oak, @
Blasted by the Hghtning's stroke. -
An Owl sat there with halfclosed eye,
And the wind waited forth his boding cry. =.
The heart of the Old Man sank as he heard G.
The doleful song of the midnight bird.
He looked at the Owl on the storm-rent oak,
And gazed on the deep where the surges broke;
A mournful dirge all seemed to be,
A dirge that was echo'd from the
ga dirge to her million buried dead"
The Old Man whispered, raising his head.
Nearer, nearer he came to the verge,
And louder and boarser grew the surge. y
He thought of the few that watched with him,
AS death made advance with aspect grim, &
And spoke: "'Tis the Requiem of the Year, Z
'Why need tremble? Why need fearf
'fIt tells me that my errand's done;s
EtNo more shall pour the morning sun, So
"Its orient radiance on my brow; 3
f:Listl ListI my funeral knell tolls nowl
taThe deep sea yawns before, the Grave ..~-
GOf vanished Years, Obivion's wave, =
ssThat sends to Us no light again,
"But unrelenting keeps its reign, '.'.. '-... +
"Throughout the endless space of time,
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As the Old Man lent DER the beetling rock, ,
Towards the hesving that soon should lock
His trembling form in deaths embrace,
A pallor o'erspread his shrivcll'd facet -
twas the aAhy hue of fell despair,
As he murmured low his dying prayer, -.
While the midnight chime rang loud and clear,
Tire death-knell of the parting yearl
Tnen again broke forth on the Winters night,
The solemn voice of Natures might:
ooh weep delude Ones of earth,
,s'Aiid your revel haunts ofjoy and mirth;
"Weep as the bell tolls thro' the blast, -.
"Another year has hurried past!
tween for the countless deeds of sin, -,
sDespiie th' upbraidiDg voice within; x
'sDespite the warning true and wise,
'That death in every pathway lies. .-.r.. -
"Bnt We, who've had your lamps to hurn e,
"With the oil of light and grace, Ye sPurn
"sThe vain delights, the hollow mirth, .... .
ght that fill the revel earth .. =
aye have not graced the festive board,
The wine cup drained, unsheathed the sword
fNor twined a wreath Tor beauty vain,
"Nor bent the knee at Baal's fame,
"Supernal hope your bosom cheers, - - .--
f'Your laurels are of other spheres.
sfFor e'ea as glad he captive waits ..
eth unbaring Of his prison ga es,
GOr neekly marks the crumbling wall,
'sNVhen time has bid the fabric fall,
$50 does this Soul that Heavenward turns,
HWho for the Court of Zion Yearns, E
'sPants as the weary thirsty hart,
TsFor streams perennial that start -
ssFrom founts of uncreated light,
''Beyond the ken of mortal sight. -.--
tsHe watches as the Years roll by,
"Reioicing as the moments fly,
Correcting with love the faintest ray
''That dawRs of that eternal day, l..,.
''For him no sadness, dark or gloom
ssLet fall their shadows DER the tomb;
4tFor him the slow tim'd funeral knell, RI
'sDoth into strains of triumph swell.
"Reioice, ye patient ones of earth,s if-T'. t-.4'
'sRsjoice, ye souls of heaven born worth,
'FReioice while time doth onward fee,
Clustering in Eternity" II .t5E1
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