The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1871-01-05

energetic class OF people, Advertisement
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SNOW FLAKES.
CARRIERS ADDRESS.
1871.
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The wave is breaking on the shore
The echo fading from the chime
Again the shadow moveth DER
The dial-plate Of time!
! II.
.. seer-seen angel waiting now
! With weary feet on sea and shore,
Impatient for the last dread vow
That timeshaH be no more
Ill
once more across thy sleepless eye
The semblance OF a smile has passed ;
The year departing leaves more nigh
Times fearfullest and last.
".
o, in that dying year hath been
The sum of all since time began
The birth and death. the joy and pains,
OF Nature and of Man.
v.
Spring, with her change Of sun and shower
And streams released from winters chain,
And bursting bud, and opening flower,
And greenly growing grain;
vi.
And Summers shade, and sunshine warm,
And rainbows DER he hiIl-tops bowed,
And voices in her rising storm,
God speaking from his clOud!-
VII
And Autumn's fruits and clustering sheaves
And soft, warm days Of golden light,
The glory of her forest leaves,
And harvest-moon at night;
VIII.
And winter with her Ieafiess grove,
And prisoned stream, and drifting snow,
The briHiance other heaven above
And OF her earth below.
Rich gift OF God A year OF time!
What ponp OF rise and shut Of day,
What hues wherewith our Northern cline
Makes Autumn's dropping woodlands gay,
What airs outblown from ferny dells,
And elover-bIoom and sweet brier smells,
What songs of brooks and birds, what fruits
and flowers,
Green goods and mOonlit SHOWS, have In Its
round been ours!
Y.
I know not how in other lands,
The changing seasons come and go;
What splendors fall on Syrian sands,
What purple lights on Alpine snowi
Nor how the pomp of sunrise waits
On Venice at her watery gates;
A dream alone to me is Amos vale,
And the Alhambra's halls are but trav-
eler's tale.
XI-
Yet, on life's current, he who drifts
Is one with him who rows or sails;
And he who wanders widest. lifts
No more of beauty's Jealous walls
Than he who from his doorway sees
The miracle of flowers and trees,
Feels the wafm orient in the MONDAY air,
And from cloud minarets hears the sun
set call to prayer
XII.
And thus it is my fancy blends
The near at hand and far and rare;
And while the same horizon bends
Above the silver-sprinkled hair
Which flashed the light Of morning skies
On childhood's wonder lifted eyes.
Within its round of sea, and sky, and field,
Earth wheels with all her zones, the Kos
mos stands revealed.
XIII.
And thus the sick man on his bed,
The tOiler to his tasl1-worlx bound,
Behold their prison-walls outspread,
Their clipped horizon widen round
While freedom-giving fancy waits,
Like Peters angel atfhe gates,
The power is theirs to baffie care and pain,
To bring the lost world back, and make It
theirs again!'
XIV.
What greetings smile, what farewells wave,
What loved ones enterand departi
The good, the beautiful, the brave,
The Heaven-lent treasures of the hearti
How conscious seems the frozen sod
And beechen slope whereon they trodi
The oak leaves rustic. and the dry grass bends
Beneath the shadowy feet Of lost or absent
friends.
XIV.
Then let the icy north-wind blow
The trumpets of the coming storm,
10 arrowy sleet and binding snow
Yon slanting lines of rain transform.
Young hearts shall hail the drifted cold,
As gaiIy as I did ofold;
And l, who watch them through the frosty
pane,
Jnenvious, live in them my boyhood DER
again.
Ind thou, my song, send thee forth,
Where harsher songs Of mine have flown;
70, find a place at home and hearth
Where 'er thy singers name is known;
revive for him the kindly thought
Offriends; and they who love him not,
'ouched by some strain of thine, perchance |
may take
he hand he profIers all, and thank him for |
thy sake.
CHAS. F. HARBAUGH,
ED. B. PENNINGTON,
Curriers'.