The Cairo evening bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1868-1870, 1869-01-02
RHYMES AND CHIMES
Tho NcOv~yoar '11iraac s

The Carrier Boys Of the Bulletin to their Patrons.
c-HE CARRIER, instead of presenting to til,
III readers of tho Cairo Evening Bulletin
II the usual hackncycd rhymes, incident ii
New-lear Addresses. proposes, on the
present OCCASION to introduce in their stead
some choice gems, appropriate to the season,
from the pens of accrcdit d bards and poets
Holding that ~ thing of beauty is JOY for.
ever, il has been his cndeavor 10 associate
glowing thoughts with graceful Typography,
and thus present his patrons with souvenir
worthy to be embalmed among their house,
hold treasures, and mayhap serve to call up
IN the future II pleasant memory of the past.
After rendering the compliments of Che
season, and wishing you, one and all, Hap
ny New-icar,' allow him to reproduce, us
hcftting the occasion, Geo. ID. Prenticcs cx-
quisitc poem, "Thc Closing Year:
Upon the past with sorrow Though the year
Has gone 10 blend with the mysterious tide
of old Eternity, and borne along
Upon its hcaving breast a thousand wrecks
~ glory and of hcauiy-yct why mourn
That such II destiny
succec,lcth to the pa,t-n their bright bright found
The seasons come aud go;--the same blue arch
That hath hung Ger us, will hang DER ~ yeti
Tic same pure stars that We have loved a. watch
VIII blossom still ut twllights gentle hour,
Like lilies ON the tomb of DAY; aud still
Man Will remain, to dream ~ he hath dreamed,
Aud mark the earth with passion.
From the lone tomb Of old affections hope
aud JOY aud great ambition will rise up
- they have riscn-and their deeds Will bo
Brighter than those ongrayen on the scroll
Oi parted centuries.
Even now the sea
nfcumng years, beneath whose mighty waves
Lies great events are hcaying into birth,
j. tossing to aud fro, ~ II the winds
az heaven were prsoncd in it, soundicss depths
Aud struggling 10 be- free
Weep not that time
brighter era 20 the na,iuns.--lark'
Along the wales and mountains Of the earth
rhcr" IT, tcpID purcntouS murnuriug,
Like tho swift rush Of suhtcrIancnn stream,
or like the mingled sounds of earth aud air
when The hcrrc tempest with sonorous wing,
Hclycs his deep folds upon the rushing WINDS
And hurrics onward with his night of clouds
Against the ctcrnnl mountains
Bright year, Of hope
Mud lfc are ON the wing ,-Nun goriGtl, bow
81 freedom, Blended 10y the hand II God,
T. spanning times lari, surgos, IT, high arch.
\ type of love and mercy on the cloud,
Tell, that the many storms Of human life
VIII pass IN silence, and the sinking waves,
Gathering the forms Of glory and Of peace
Reflect N" undimmcd brightness ofth" heavens.
Next comes Il sweet thing by Longfelow,
NJ this season of the year, when families are
gathered about their Ncw-Icar fircsidcs, may
sadly answer the question of their hearts for
the loved ones who filled the vacant seats of
yorc
when the hours of day are numbered
And the voices Of the night
Wake the better soul that sumbercd,
roa holy, cain delight;
Ere the evening lamps are lighted
And liz" phantOms grim and tail,
shadows from the iitiul frc.light
Dance upon the pafior walls
Then the forms Of the departed
Enter at the open door;
The beloved, the true-hoartcd,
Come To visit as once more:
lie, the young and strong, who cherished
Noble longings for the strife,
by the roadside fell and persisted, |
Weary with the march of life
They the holy ones aud weakly,
Who the cross Of suffering bore
Folded their pale hands so meeky,
spakc with us on earth no more
And with them the Being beauteous
Who unto my youth Was given,
More than all things else 10 love me,
And Is now as"lr IN heaven.
within slow AMI noiseless footstep
Comes the messenger divine,
Takes the vacant char beside me,
Lays her gentle hand in mine.
And .he sits and gazcs at me
With those deep and tender eyes,
Like the stars so still and saint-lke
Looking downward from the skies;
uttered not, yet comprehended,
In the spirits yolcelrss PRAYER;
SON rehukes IN blessings ended,
Breathing nom her lips of air.
o, though OF, depressed and lonely
All my fears are laid aside,
AMI nov remember only,
such ~ these have lived and died,
Here is a scrap Of rare beauty and pathos,
entitled The Long Ago, written by B. +.
Taylor. What heart can remain untouched
)yits delicate fancy and sweet flowing rhythm?
Who that has not ut times caught "A soul
glimpse OF the shadowy isle 80 felicitously
,kctched2
Oh, awOnderful stream IL that liver Time,
As II runs through the realms of tears
YIN anltless rhythm and a musical rhyme,
ind broader sweep and surge sublime,
That blends with the ocean Of years.
low The winters are drifting like flake. Of snow,
And the summers like bud, between
,ud the year il the sheafso they come and they 90
Mad the rivers breast, with IT, ohb and flow
A. 1t glldes through the shadow and sheen.
here. q musical isle mp the river Time,
Whore the softest Of ar are playing;
'hcr"'s "a cloudless sky and tropical al me-
md a song ~ sweet asa ycspcy chime
ndthe Juucs with the roses are staying
ui tho name OF tb.- tlals the LougAgo.
And We harry Iur treasures there's
here are brow of hsoUtv ami bo,oms pr snow
hey are heaps Of dust, hutwe loved them so!
There are truhct- mI rros-o. OF La...
here are fragment. o. songs that roi,5}v.ino. d
And part of an lui1uN- prayer;
here's a lutc Un-'"lt alh harp without strings,
lcre are broken VOWS, ana ? Goes Of rings, p
And the garment That shE used 10 wear.
lerc are hands that are waved when thc fairy shore