The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1864-12-30


Sad thoughts which the fancicl knclling
OF the dying year was telling
To the wildly throbbing brain,
Az with head on hand reclining.
With fear beyond defining,
Sadly we had sat rcpining
That itnccr could come again
But hopes vision, with bright flashes,
As it quickly past Us dashos,
Tells US that from out its ashes
PheniN-likc the glad new year
Shall spring up with JOYS supcrnol,
And the earth again be vcrnal,
Emblem of the world eternal,
Where il known no doubt nor fear.
And our eyes, which crst we're fearful,
And our hearts which crst were fearful,
by these bright hopes now made cheerful,
Gladly welcome the new year;
And the future brightly cleaning
Paints picture with the seeming
OF land oft seen while dreaming.
Where the leaf il never scre
Yet before the last hours leave us
Many thoughts again Will grievc rs,
But bright hope will still relieve rs
OF the voices which We hear
Telling us Of battles CORY,
Which shall live in history's story
With never fading glory.
Fought within the dying year
And we hear the groans Of dying,
Whose unlcttcred graves are lying
Where the winds, through cypress signing,
Chant a requiem for the brave.
Sad, we think of those departed
How at country's call they started
OF the patriots. nohb hearted,
Who have found a soldiers grave.
But We know that time can never
Glory from their names discover
That their deeds shall live forever
On the proudcst roll of fame.
Fear of death could not appall them,
Love Of life could not enthrall them
When they heard their country call them,
Quick they answered to its claim.
by their death, it has been granted
Where the rebels flag was haunted
Banner raised by traitors hand.
With the starry banner DER us,
We will chant solemn chorus
For the brave ones gone before us,
Who have joined the martyr'd band.
Yet another scene IL granted,
With such weight Of horror haunted,
That our very souls are dauntcd
BY thevision that we see
We can hear our brothers crying,
Who for want of food are dying
In some far off prison lying,
Praying death TO set them free.
And in agony we'r calling.
That n curtain DER it falling.
May shut ont this scene appalling
From our fixed hoart-stricken gaze.
Now the muse no more presiding,
Andmy pen no longer guiding,
Sick at heart, is from me gliding,
Leaving me in troubled maze.
Phantoms lowering all around us,
In our solitude have found MS,
And with fauey's chain have bound us
With an agonizing spell;
And our pulses throb and quicken
While our hearts within US sicken,
And We how with SORROW stricken,
Longing for the Iethcan well.
And the tears, which nov are yelling,
From our hearts with anguish swelling,
Unto all the world are telling
How We mourn with deepest grief,
That We never more can meet them,
At our ireside no more seat them,
Yet above We hope to greet them,
And this hope affords relief.
still again the scene is shifted,
Darkness from our souls is lifted,
And again the muse has gifted
Mo with words Of hope and light
For bright hope again appearing
Brings us words Of Joy and cheering,
All the clouds Of darkness clearing,
And We yiewa picture bright.
Now bright hope, above us bending
Aid and comfort to us lending,
by tho visions she is sending,
Tells Ms, by their unmarked graves,
That their death and brave example
Shall raise up an army ample,
Under foot the rag TO tramplo
That dofod our fallen braves;
Tolls us that the time is nearing
When our power, the traitors fearing,
Shall proclaim within the hearing
OF the eager watching world,
That our dag no more defyng.
PROSTATE in the dust they're lying,
And for peace are loudly crying,
While their bastard rag il furled.
When instead Of cannons rattle,
Andt din Of deadly battle
shsll be heard the loving cattle
Aud the busy hum Of peace;
When no more from hill or valley
Or the city'- busy alley,
fTccmen shall be- called To rally,