Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1864-01-08
For the Waterman.
NEW YEARS NIGHT.

For the Waterman.
NEW YEARS NIGHT.
Wandering about on New Years eve,
A. The hour when cloudleis tear.drops grievc,
/ NY feet TO fairy palace stIayed,
dimly lighted high Arcade
And forms u beauty, strange and rare,
from the painters hand, we're glowing there.
here was childhood's form, with brow high aud "a
Aud shining tresses Of sun-bright hair.
With dear little, rosebud pouting lips
! Sweeter than flowers the humming bird sips;
Mud cunningy dimpled. little hand.
That might vie with any non fairy land
! here was many maiden on whose face,
Tn impress oflofty thought you might trace,
And some whose brows a crown would grace,
And one, a f,ir and gentle maiden.--
WIN honey dew her lips were laden
Her lovely trossos Of sOfest brown,
O'of brow N snow went hppling down:
Like two deep wells, her dreamy eyes,
lhe hue OF Summers brightest skies.
And one,--a lady young and fair
with love lie eyes and raven hair
Aud with look Madounas weaf.-.-
! Upon 3 silk en- couch reclined
] with pale lilies in her dark hair twined.
robe Of white, ETHEREAL. airy,
Z flnated like mist around this fairy.
The pale moonbeams fell on the wall,
Family lighting thst shadow hall
And silence hroodcd over all
Then faint upon the car. a strain
Ofmusic swes. then sinks again.
II came like the nun-lihe chant Of = HMM,
Floating through the sisles ofcathedral dim.
Like he solemn peal Of deep toned bell,
Like the muiied sound Of a passing knen
Ihrlliugly sad on the listening ear,
Fell the weird notes Of tho dying Year,
While hopes and fesrs,--a ghostly tfain,--
With one accord took up the strain
In breathless silence there hung
Upon the accents Of that song,
Prom that shadowy, phantom thronR;
And these were the words they sung
In the race that thou hast run,
IN this cycle Of the sun
Hast thou IN lifes battle won
What hast thou done
What hast thou done
when fears shadowcd DER the field.
In temptation. didst thou ,ield
Or hast thou in lifes battle won
Whist hast thou done
What hast thou done
Hast thou tainted by the way,
Meath the burden n MONDAY
Or hast thou in life's battle won
What hast thou done
What hast thou donei
Hope has some sunshine DER thee shed,
Like a halo round thy head;
Oh hast thou In hfe's battle won
What hast thou done
What hast thou done
Oh he thou in life's s,ernest strife,
And thou shalt hear at close Of life,
" Thou hast in lfe's battle WON
Thou hast we'll done,
Thou hast we'll done"
Fainter grew that warning song.
As on ward moved that shadOwy throng
Died from their lips, the moutnful strain,
Died on the air the sad refrain,
solemn silence settled there
I'LL the midnight chimes broke on the cir.
shadows deep, shadows tall
Nestled darking in that hall
Breeding. breeding like a pail
As light the day-GOd melts away
The morning cloud that des his ray,
So quick the shadowy pail was rent,
80 light 10 farttest nook WAS sent,
WHENCE came th't food NJ dealing light
raised my eyes in wild alright
radiant form, divncly far,
Array ed in heavenly RAfb, stood there,
fell in attitude Of prayer
" Oh! do il not the Angel cried
" A creature /. to thee allied
Worship ,hou Him who reigus in Heaven.
To Him alone shall praise be given"
Gcnth he raised me from his feet.
Aud camtd my fears with accents sweet
Then Mortal unto thee bring
message from the Eternal King
The tender Father sees thee, child,
Travelling in paths both dark and wild,
ouuge ling against thy hayward will
Faint and weak, but struggling still
Borne backward by the jostlius throng,
Then metkly bravely pressing on
Now, weaks yielding up the prize
Aud turning back thy longing eyes
To fruits Of earth, thou dat'st 20 cry
A ganst the rule Of the Most High;
Then, by the weight Of guilt borne down,
Bearing the cross and thorny crown
Sadly ekng again the way,
Dning in Jesus name 70 pray.
That plea shall sure acceptance gain,
That name was nerer urged in vain.
Thy patient toll with plying eye
The Father sees, and hears thy cry;
Aud now hath sent me from above
T. assure thee Of his uniailing love
All needed grace shall be supplied
When thou doSf IN thy God confde;
For ease and comfort hope thou not,
For trial is the Christians lot.
But thou must cease thy murmuring.
Perfection comes through suffering
To strengthen thee on the high emprise,
Remember the myriad anxious eyes
That ever encompass thy way,
Watching lest thou be led astray.
Remember thou. too, the blood washed throng,
That on Mount Zion sing the new song;
And Oh remember tits my parting word
a holy life makes one dear TO God
Pity divine, and love alone,
Swectly treathed through every tone.
Then treublingly dared to gaze
A moment on the Angels face.
Oh bliss unutterable bliss
From angel lips felt klss;
That burning kiss, l feel it now.
The seal Of love upon my brow.
His words, his kiss. his loyirg glance,
Blending, did my soul entrance,
And the vision OF Heaven set my snal on fire.
Why could not in bliss expirei
Vivid my fauoy painted the scene,
The white robed throng the dazzling sheen,
heard the bursts Of choral song,
Echoes the glorious notes prolong
TIL the heavenly aisles with praises ring,
To Jesus, our Redeemer, King
But ruder sounds my soul recall
To earth, the Angel, and the hall
But the Angel had fed, the spell was broke,
The grey dawn peeped in, and-I awoke.
EvAseEII
winoosh Valley, 1854.