The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1871-03-17

All! no more amid the battle
Shall my heart exulting swell,
Isis and Osiris guard the,
Cleopatra! Rome farewell.
From tn, Ladies' Pearl.
TIME-THE OLD YEAR AND THE
NEW.
Timel
Who hath numbered thy cycles mysterious,
Age.ess. unmarked and profound? Thy birth
where7 and where began thine infant wand'r
ings?
When, first from out eclipsing Chaos. SO
Sun, and SO still the heart beat Of newborn
Babe had made an universe jar. God
Said in tones eternal. LET there be Light"
Didst thou whet thy Scythe. to make Of Ages
Harvest field? Insatiate monster! since thy
Convuisive. hast thou known no rest nor dos.
Inssp eoSS s0 dTOp ea That pns
The ruins thou hast wrought? As placest thou
Finger cold upon each mortal's brow, leaving
Thou the ''cofhn lids" of human hopes, do
None of Mercy tender tones touch thy heart
Of fint? Or wouldst thou. relentless, cruel
As thou art. lift thy blighting head, and from
Their orbits tear the blazing stars themselves
And SOW them round thy track, as SO many
Rayless things, or bind them on thy hoary
Brow, trophies of thy triumphs?
All! ye may not
Invade the Past, reckless men OF to-day,
With questionin IS vain and vague, to which the
Hollow tombs of ages give alone thcir
Voiceless answer-Ere from his crimson couch
First leap'd the morning sun, began their
Unweari'd d march of Time; he'd left his track
On banks of silv'ry Euphrstes ere moonbeams
he5 1seg
Though of Eternity bat whisper and q
Breath, his tread one of ruthless power hath
Been, and is. On the sea and on the land,
A wing'd destroyer, he is alike at
Home. On highest mountain peaks, in Ocean S
Deepest caves decay" his 6nger-mark
Hath writ, Coronado Kings and rulers purpled
His play things have been. and Sepulchr'd ma
Are his grave-yards. of hi. havoc, history
Is but the mirror dim, while Of great mems
And mighty wrecks, behind him left, his own
Unsculptur'd d monument he doth build.
Aye! he is a crownless Conqueror,
Adown whose stream all mor,als active drift,
Or, like idie weeds, lie rotting at his
Kharves. With his Old Year. that's dying now.
What treasures vast have way been borhe from
Us foreveri what events his passing
Mark,d! What hopes, dreams and joys, purpled
His mornings coming. like his days, lie now
Entomb'd, returning nevermore! What a
Harvest hath the dread reaper made! Great
Laid low, and fun rails writ in blood! Nations
Thro:tled. Pores fettcrcd, Kings unc-own'd'
Clipp'd the wings of Imperial Eagles. Dee,
In eternal centuries hast thou cut
Thy notch. Old Year! Along the wide and
Winding Rhine and Ger the blue Moselle"
Hath echo a loud the lannon's boom: as
Land of Charlemagne: Hath fash d the sw ord
And hiss'd d the ball, where flow d, freely as from
The press hath fow'd the native wine. the
OF furious Frank on ground. made classic by
His Sires. Gainst Europe's emblazon'd Queen,
Glltt ring on the Seide where Science bent her
Listening ear, and Art gave up her crown,
Walls hardy Teutons have their armies coiled
Like serpent's folds. while her exiled rulers.
The pierc'd 'eagle stretch'd upon the plain"
And while her unread laws arc INA 10 where
Martel struck down the Saracen.
Thy Dead. Old Year.
Graves: He. whose fancy swept on con lOr's
"Above tie thunder's home" and poetiz d the
Very dust, hath himself to dust return'd.
The Soul that Po'sy warm'd, as warns the sun
The sea, hath soar'd beyond the stars with
which
It held commune, and earth. that sparkl'd
Hath 70 him GIVEN ali she couid-a tomb
H;sh-eifted man no closing year" can from
Hs Hs PROV GsS, af ;ouIn a,stc fame The aaminr
NJ Wr,s taab abs MiIdament that Dash across old
n,ann,s smother'd breast when in glory, its
Rr;ab,est i;oht went ont with summers sun.
Romance and Story drap'd themselves in black.
And ali fhe be ter Iook'd to mourn him as
A parent; bere wed offspringl none can be
Wsn, vIaL pbiIosopby. snd EIoeuence @ grew dumb.
As into Immortality he stepped,
WIN ,,i Ii'"e N''' N w '
yict'ries. Oh Death thy dark winged Angel
Hath fitted post Vireinia's mountains blue,
And throurh Pacific's : golden gates and cut
Colossal warriors down. Thy skeleton hand
Hath from iudres the spotless ermine torn,
n"u thronsh
Mrs;c's balis and hushed the sweetes notes, and
Twined the cypress around the Painters easel.
Attbv cold touch. high civic wrcaths to cof-
nv ana " 'V10"'
Cav have tnrn,d and eloouent Inns been seal'd
Tnrsrer Hniv men of God thou hast
ria;m'd' whose Christ-iit souls couli say,
Ill.,. M;,s Mnete res thy ds.d sung nngg;bcrcd ,reof
Any "'f
D.. xh.-. sro the graves of the heart hopes the
save Sriei ei sii'n'' uH'e''''
Sadly speaking, Many loves. budding the yea, ca,
ns Of bright : .n,,, ,.nh,,. ,D,caa. hn,,
droon'd.
I;Lo E;ntar blossoms. DER broken vows /: high