Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1868-01-03

CARRIERS ADDRESS
TO THE PATRONS OF tbs
CJ0rkSuiLe Chronicle.
II Another year has departed!-Into
The silent depths Of the past 1t hath gone
And Hope, in tears, fingers in silence on
The Threshold of the new one: entering
Upon Times eternal march. We who have
No withered leaves strewn In the garden of
Your heart; no urn Of ashes, or broken
Lutte rejoice that Heaven hath smiled tpon
You in the old year, now forever gone
Would that we could sing a more cheerful
lay; kfht
Attune our Tyre to sweeter strain; =
Drive all the phantoms Of gloom far away,
And brighten our souls with sunshine again:
But alasl where e'er our vision doth rest
A tyrant, with shackels and sword, is seen
And Peace hath deserted the land she blessed
And the ''cry Of Rachel" is heard on the
green.
"Ashes to ashes, and dust unto DUST
All hath been changed which once was SC
dear:
The plough and the hoe are turning to rust
And Death stalks abont with banner ant
spear.
Liberty in chains and dashed TO shore, o
Where mournful voices a requiem sing
To all Of her dead "a million or more), ~
Buried in her name; OIL letus ere cling
To the mem'ry of the loved ones Hgone be
fore,
Who died in defence of home and of right
Who met the invader where the cannon.
Led them to Victory or Death in the fight
The Carrier Boy in days. slang syne' haiti
sung,
In sweetest strains, the glories of the year
Alb happy times they were to old and young
When each greeted each with friendly
cheer. ,ttt t4a ..ti-' j Sc.
The merry makings, and the festive scene
The grace and fling Of "iieht fantastic
toe
The bouyant spirit and the heart serene,
And love-lit eyes-all hand ia hand woult
go.
But now alas those days are passed ant
gone;
Passed as dream-may never come again
Glided away as sunlight DER the lawn
Bounded away as pillows DER the main
All is changed save what toward HEAVIER
The blue empyrean and the god of day,
Throwing his light on mountain, vale an'
lea,
In radiant beams flashing far away
And twilight glores in the distant west,
In golden splendor span the curtained sky
Family cleaning where in the background
rest rr Erry
The purple clouds, now dark and looming
hight I.rr. mod
Save murmuring brooks which thro' the vLl
leys flow,
And lave their pebbled shores. o'erhuni
with green
| In measured cadence, softly, sweet and slow
Send forth their voices on lie air serene :
The god of day--the twilight glories sung
The curtaiued sky which DER the west i
SPAWNED
The purple clouds wherein the night hail
flung
Her first dark shadows from the 1silen
The murmr ring brooks, with cadence low ant
sweet
Down the vallies, flowing 10 the sea-
The pebbled shore, which LAYING waters gree
With softest measures, signing DER the lea
These are eternal from childhoods hours
They have been orr loved, familiar friends
These are eternal i-evep ss the flowers ~
Which die, but live again when winte
ends.
on we've seen them when on our wand RIM
way, rI..eI al. .s
| Wondrous and beautiful TO behold;
Often sighed, when at the close OF day
The vision ended, when night her story
OF her myriad stars twinkling on high,
And silyery moon Ger the hilltop peep
ing; % '" 20 ~ 81
or radiant meteors darting through the sky
OF care and innocence hushed and sleep
das- iipgi-- .aI'lY@HNtI.
or gentle breezes signing through the wood
OF hues all dark that tint the fading west
OF headlands bold, where on the morning
| stood
And walked the world from balmy slice,
and rest \ 3i.a .'Hf.ts
Exchanging friendsi---ohi may we neve
.tf part LIf
But be my solace while my life doth last
No words can tell how dear 10 me thou art
And will love thy future as thy past
Aud may some cheering hope, with true d.
LrDs light, fiffff I r[fff rHal
Fill our hearts, now sad and lone an
dreary-
Raise our spirits. now darker than the night
Strengthen our arm, now powerless an
weary 'f.
Give us the nerve 10 battle with Despair
Give MS courage In the darkest day
Give us light TO lead us onward, where
Peace will guide us with her gentle swa.
Let US look TO Heaven, and pray for these
And as the year rolls onward 10 It's clos
! We may be happier---our hearts ii ease
Our fortunes brighter, and dead our Joe,
II II be tbusi lob joyous the day
Oh springtime flowers oh summer
reign;
oh sutumn lesves where thy breeses PLAY
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