The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1872-01-04

How many railroad car,
With its precious souls borne swift
Ger the treacherous track have been rudely
hurled
AdOwn some preeipice, out of the world,
In Eternity set adrfti
How many gallant ship
Has sunk in the bottomless deep,
With never prayer or parting kiss,
Mother and child in the yawning abyss,
Now sleep the last dreamless sleepl
But away with all that is gloomy and sad
Let us have thanksgiving, be cheerful and
glad.
In the bitterest trials, have we kissed the rod'
Then Well trust our lives and our futures to
God.
And over our dead loving watches we'll keep,
But alas for the heart that always would
weep.
If we count our Pleasures o why need we
mourn,
We've had no sorrow that could not be borne,
And were life gay, blthesome day all the
while,
What joy would we know in Gods beautiful
smile?
If occasion for anguish and tears were not
given,
Would we ever lay up our treasures In Heaven?
So away for the time all sembIance of grief;
Wen be glad while we may, for New Year is
brief;
the New Year. fond New Year, the happy
New Year,
Brings tidings, glad tidings, and why do we
fear.
Wen gather our loved ones more close to our
breast,
And thank the kind Father that we are so
blest.
Our land is a garden oftreasures untold;
Our tables spread with the bounties we
hold;
And dear ones are gathered from far and from
near,
And while we rejoice, Well welcome the Year.
Our hearts now merry, our spirits are gay,
And who is not happy this bright New Years
day?
But while we are reveling in pleasure and
mirth,
We would not forget the poor of Gods earth.
How. many are begging from door to door
o pity the homeless and suffering poor
There's surely enough in the world and to
spare,
That the hungry for once portion may share.
May this blessed New Year be one of great
worth,
The noblest of all to which Time eer gave
birth.
Let the homeless be housed, the starving be
fed
And giving not cease when the New Year is
dead.
And crowns that are starless in Heaven shall
live,
For those who have learned It is Messed to give.
What ails thee, Old Year of the past,
Is thy spirit crushed broken down?
Hast thou never a word to say,
our own, our beautiful town?
'Tis not meet in thee to depart,
And leave us no record behind
But, no /; here it is written full
All, truly thou hast been most kind.
We will read of what thou has given,
What thou should'st be proud to relate,
That our fair "Model Town" now stands
Among>the first towns of the State.
It has gotten name far abroad,
And does it not merit its own?
In Education and worth,
1t surely is second to none.
Our Schools are our bulwarks to-day
They thrive with the wealth of the mind,
And help make our town what it is,
More than wealth of the glittering kind.
Oh long may they flourish and live
To strengthen, improve and refine;
To cultivate talent and worth,
And make the heart pure and benign.
We find some improvements, Old Year;
We fain would hear Of them too:
New buildings embellish our town
And our streets are repaired and made new.
But the spirit of enterprise soon
In each breast will rekindle and glow;
When the coming event shall take place,
Hillsboro will prosper and grow.
We await that momentOus event,
WelI-knowing the good twill afford,
Though it cost us much labor and time,
Perseverance will have it's reward,
With a spirit that ever succeeds,
His energy did not decline,
And brave Col. Trimble we'u thank
For the Railroad upon our new lire.
In the record thou Dearest, Old Year,
One thing thou hast bIushed to write down,
And well thou hast bushed-for a vice
Is poluting, corrupting our town.
'Tis the greatest curse man ever knew
EltemperaRce, the basest of sin
Go you to the wiue-cup and learn
Where the crimes of a nation begin.
All, shame that our town and its worth,
Should couutenance evil like this.
Would we have our dear brothers and sons,
Sunk-l0st in this baneful abyss?
parents, mark we'll, that!to-day,
Your olV7 sonS:are handling this tool,
Haste, root out the demon so vile,
Ere it with its sceptre doth rule!
Adieu gentle readers,
Kind friends all adieu
o may the New Year
Bring gladness to you'll
Bright may your lives be,
Blithesome and gay,
Tarry long with US,
Sweet New Year, we pray.
Bring joy to the sad heart,
Lift up the bowed head
Heal all the deep wounds
That bleed for the dead.
Cheer up the lone orphan,
The widow consoIej
Be merry and glad
From pole unto pole.
Readers most patient,
Kind to the last,