Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1866-01-10
From the New-York Tribune.
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THE YEAR OF TRIUMPH.
NEW YEAR FESTIVITIES IN THE oLDEN TINE.
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NEW YEARS DAY, 1866.


the ear.
The dying sigh is whispered of the Departing
Year.
Trailing his dusky garments on the shadows of
the night,
He passes like specter, phantom from the
sight.
To charnels where repose the centuries of the
past,
To the dust of years forgotten he is garnered in
at last.
Ere comes the New Year dancing to sound of
changing bells.
Ere the coronation anthem pours grand rejoicing
swells,
Ere the great procession crowneth the royal New
Years day,
In the genial world of nature he hath sown his
springtime blooms.
Filled earth with glowing flowers, filled air with
soft perfumes,
Hath draped the wilds with foliage, with gar
lands of the vine,
O'erspread with grass the meadows, made golden
harvests shine.
This dawning day beheld in arms eight hundred
thousand men
Encamped, intrenched advancing FER mountain
and thro' glen.
1t saw them by Potomac and down the Georgian
land
By Charleston and Savannah, and by the Rio
Grande.
Grant, with tried battallions, engrdled Rich
mond's moat,
Still tightening his iron clutch upon rebellion's
throat;
Each morn beheld his smoking lines each night
his cannon flames
By Appomattox, Rapidan, and by the banks of
James.
Lee and his veterans, hedged with steel, at last
resigned the fight
Our flag flew high DER Petersburgh, DER Rich
mond's utmost hight;
shenandoah's fair valley was swept with fire
and sword.
Where Sheridan's bold riders impetuously had
poured.
scourged the land.
Laid Georgia Carolina in waste on every hand
Then Northward with his bayonets he pressed
his steady way,
seiz'd Johnston's captive sword, and all his host
aprey.
The war was DER the victory won three hun
dred thousand men
From Northern realms had bled and died in
Southern glade and glen
The war was DER and at the last, onr great
good Chief was laid
In dust, a 'martyred victor, with sorrowful pa
rade.
The war Is DER The guns are busbed by noun
tain and hv shore.
The war-ships. the fotilas no longer thunders
pour,
The armies and the navies have vanished like a
dream,
No sentries pace the empty fort, no gunboats
guard the stream.
They've vanished with their thousands to ia,
New England homes.
To workshop and to ship, ard, to proud ances
tral dcmes
The distant West, with loving clasp, receives hel
! sons again;
It welcomes them in villages and DER the prairie
plain.
The soldier sits at evening beside his winter fire
Around grouped his children, his wife, his aged
sire.
, He tells them of the battles he has lost or won,
or sieges ambuscades, all the perils he had run
He tells of weary marches in 'utry parchne
heats,
or comrades loved. of comrades slain. OF peril
Gus retreats
He tells Of mournful, piteous tales of prison wan
and woes,
or thirst, and cold and hunger, and Of relentless
foes.
Let all this be forgotten let brighter days
succeed
As ancient hurts are cured, lei wounds no longe
bleed;
Be all Men Free and Equal, whateer their creed
or hue
Free as Gods air, free as the clouds In yonde
vault OF blue. isaac MCCLELLAN.
TIE YEAR OF TRIUMPH.
When the year 1865 dawned upon us
our holiday greetings we're frightened
with the flush of many victories shcr
man had sent Savannah as Christmas
present to President Lincoln. and wal