Owyhee tidal wave. [volume] (Silver City, Owyhee County, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1869-1870, 1869-12-30

~ aKoReE D. PRxSrIoR

~ GgoEGE D. PRKyTIcR
Gone, gone foreger like rushing rare
Another year has burst upon the shors
or earthly being-snd us last low toneA
Wandering in broken accents on the air.
Are dying 10 an echo.
The gay spring,
With its young charms, has gone - gone
with its leaves
It's atmosphere OF r0ses-its white clouds
SlumberiBg like ssraphs 10 the air-its birds
Telling their loyes In music-and its streams
Lezping and shouting from the uppiled
rocks
To make earth echo with the joy Of waves
And summer, with its dews and showers,
has gone
It's rainbows glowing on the distant cloud
Like Spirits Of the storm-its peaceful lakes
Smiling IN their sweet sleep, as IL their
dreams
Were Of the opening flowers and budding
Trees
And ogerhanging sky-and its bright mists
Resting upon the mountain-tops as crowns
Upon the heads OF giants. Autumn too
Has gone, with all its deeper giories-gone
With its green hills like affairs OF the world
Lifting their rich fruit offerings 70 their God
Its cool winds straying mid the forest aisles
To wake their thousand wind -harps- its
serene
and holy sunsets hanging DER the West
Like banners from the battlements Of
Heaven
And lis still evenings, when the moonlit sea
Was ever ihrobblng like the living heart
or the great Universe Ay-these are now
But sounds and visions Of the past-their
deep,
Wild besut.- has departed from the Earth
And they are gathered to the embrace OF
Death,
Their solemn herald TO Eternity.
Yet, why muse
Upon the past with sorrowY Though the year
Has gone 70 blend with the mysterious tide
OF old Eternity, and borne along
Upon its heaving breast thouand wrecks
OF glory and OF besuiy--ye.. why mourn
That such is destiny7 Another year
succeedeth TO the past-in their bright round
The seasons come and go-the same blue
arch,
That hath hung DER US, will hang DER US
Tho same pure stars that we have loved to
watch,
will blossom still at twilighi's gentle hour
Like lilies on the tomb OF Day-and still
Man will remain, 10 dream as he hath
dreamed,
Aud mark the earth with passion. Love
will spring
From the lone toms OF old Afections-Hops
I And Joy and great Ambition, will rise up
! As they have rsen--and their deeds will be
Brighter than those engraven On the scroll
of parted centuries. Even now the sea
OF coming years, beneath whose mighty
waves
! Iife.s great events are heaving into birth,
Is tossing 10 and fro, as If the winds
I or heaven were prissned in its soundless
depths
1 And struggling to be free.
Weep not, that Time
1 is passing OMIT will ere long reveal
| A brighter era to the nations. Hark
! Along the wales and mountains OF the earth
! There is a deep, portentous murmaring
I Like the swift rush Of subterranean streams,
| Or like the mingled sounds OF earth and air
/ when the fierce Tempest with sonorous
wing,
Heayes It's deep folds upon the rushing winds,
And hurries onward with his night OF clouds
/ Against the eternal mountains lis the
voice
or infant FREEDoM-and her stirring call
Is heard and answered in thousand tones
| From every hilltop OF her western home
And lott breaks across old Oceans flood
And FREEDOM FREEDOM is the an
| SWerlng slDuL
OF nations starting from the spell Of years
The day-spring l-see-'tis Frightening in
the heavens
The watchmen Of the night have caught the
sign
From tower to tower the signal fires flash
free
And the deep watch-word, like the rush Of
seas
That heralds the volcanoes bursting flame,
Is sounding DER the earth. Bright years OF
hope
And life are on the wing lyon glorious bow
OF Freedom, Bonded by the hand OF God,
Is spanning Times dark surges. It's high
Arch,
A type Of Love and Mercy on the cloud,
Tells that the many storms OF human life
viii pass In silence. and the sinking waves,
Gathering the forms OF glory aud Of peace,
Reflect the undimmed brightness Of the
Heavens,
The n. Y. Herald says Grants