The Cairo evening bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1868-1870, 1869-01-02

And we sometimes hear through the turbulent roar
Sweet voices we heard IN days gone before,
When the wind down the river is fair,
Oh remembered for aye he that blessed isle,
All the days OF our life till night
When the evening comes with It's beautiful sn,ile
=, May that greenwood" of soul be in sight!
Just here, let him commend to your read
ing that rare old song by Barry Cornwall,
wherein time isnvoked to touch him gently.
What charming picture it presents of con-
tentmcnt and happiness. even in humble life.
As one of the songs of the people. it will be
loved and sung as long as the English Ian
| guage endures Although written years ago,
| and published often, it loses nothing by age
and is especially appropriate ut this season of
the year;
| Touch us gently, gently, Time!
| Let us glide ndown thy stream
Gentiy-as We sometimes glide
Through quiet drHm!
| Humble Noyagers wc,
| Husband, wife and children thrc"-
zone is lost--ar angel hed
| To the azure oNciIcadJ
Touch us gently gently, Time.
We've not proud nor soaring wing;
| OrR ambition, oUa content
| Lies in simple. simple things.
Humble voyagcrS are We,
Ucr LIES dim unsoundcd sea,
! Seeking only some calm cline
Touch us gently, gently, Time.
unknown poet, George H. Seymour, for the
| annexed poem, entitled. "When this Dying
! Year was Young II Is sadly beautiful, and
! will touch responsive chord in many heart,
as the blighted hopes of the departed year
| pass in review:
Al! how many fairy castles
Lie in ruins on the sand.
And, with fearful eyes, their builders
Gazing on their ruins stands
Castles that, on bright hopes resting,
Reached tho sun.1 clouds among;
Reared with songs and merry laughter,
When this dying year was young.
ALL how many gallant vessels
Lie sad wrecks upon the shore,
And their owners yninly weeping
That their ships return no more
Vessels that, with colors flying,
Lightly DER the blue waves sprung;
Sailing for bright, sunny islands,
When this dying year was young
Al! how many harps hang silent
ON the wall with broken strings;
For If walked. their music only
Round the heart sadness filings
Harps, whose silver chords bfcathed softly,
or, with widest passion rung,
Filling all the air with music.
When this dying year was young.
After SO much of the somber and the senti-
mental the reader will doubtless relish touch
of the blithesomc and gay. As u fitting con-
clusion to his "Rhymcs and Chimes, the Car
rior offers the following "New-Year CAROL, !
which he finds floating on the sea of litera- |
ture. 1t has II right merry jingle, whoever
the author may be-
The Old Year has gone, the New Year has come,
All, all should bc happy and gay
oh, he must, indeed, be deep buried IN gloom,
Who will not he glad on this day
And chccrily We call, Happy New Year to all ~
For that's the glad greeting to-day.
'Tis tho birthday ~ Time and al other BIRTHDAYS
Auspici0us Occasions v call
Then why not our morrie-t voices uprAisr.
ON this one, the greatest Of RllS
Yes hail the glad day let each heart be- CAV,
And wish Happy New Year td'hll
What though we're n little hit older Just now,
That surely no grief need mpart--
We feel not the winter chill frost on the brow,
A. long ~ there's spring in the heart
Then gaiiy We call, Happy New Year to all y
Aud good cheer with Kind gif- should impart.
Let ne seek ont the poor the sad anil the lone
Ant drive care FEY season away,
With gifts 10 our friends, and To- each lowly one,
Bring cheer 10 all hearts ON this day
Let merry bells ring, n Joyous We sing,
"iiappy New Ycatto all " on this day
TIE CARRIER.