Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1872-01-04
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Dear Patron I:

The russst off again.
The frost wind from the boreal land,
Means DER the swarthy mead,
And flowers that escaped the mower band,
Are scentless now, and dead A
The grand old hills and woodland ways
Are clad in mourning weeds,
That tell us of our numbered days,
More plainly than our creeds;
And gives to thought ackward flow,
And GIBBS the tide of years,
Where stranded hopes lie wrecked and low
Beneath the food of tears;
And noble deeds that idly fell
Have rooted in the sand
The beauteous bloom that fruited WE'LL
And blest the barren land:
And seeing what the Past has been
Where fell the Christening rod,
We gather wisdom from the scene
Where erring footsteps trod. o.
And mem'ry tunes the mystic Tyre
To hymns of grateful praise,
Whilst Hope and Faith again inspire
The songs of ether days. -1-ls
AS the bell Is tolling the Year away, .-.
In sad and solemn !.nell,
The nuse of the Ink-ball tunes his lay
To the swinging of the bell:
And id rhyme essays to tell
What the aged year bcfell-
Reciting the chronicle
OF gallant deeds by ths brave old year,
Whilst lie fought with Time IL brazen gear.
- And as through the distance dim,
Speeds the spectral shadow, grim,
Chanting wild and weird hymn.
Ths welkin echoes the quaint song thus
Song CT the -4nnus Nua6stas.
Like the storm that has blown
Tho the clouds that were rent,
And the ruins all strewn
Where its fury was spent
Like the power that b roke
The rift in the mountain,
Or the voice that spoke
The spell on the fountain
Neither nation ner clims
Confne nc in range--
I'm the offspring of Time
The work er of Change. ...
And bear in my train
The spirits that will, ..-
In the earth, air and main,
The Good and the Ill.
I've seen the bloody fend OF wAa
Sweep Ger the Galli'c plain
And drag beneath his crushing car
The hosts of mangled slain;
Have seen a naughty nation weep
A lost Imperial name
Ten Thousand hesrts 10 wildly beat
At LIBERTY's proclaim.
Where splendid ART had built her pile,
High DOR the classic ground,
DESTRUCTION wrought her work, the while,
And spread the ruin round.
The victor Teuton, toe, was there,
Whose gi!ded eagles glare
And who q KING did wildly cheer
An EMrEaoR declare.
The proud old Kaiser nus!ed with prloe,
Holds now Imr erial sway,
Aud Kings who once his power denied,
The humb'est homage pay.
And France by maddened factions torn,
Awaits the coming day,
Ts grasp the prize Of which she's sAorn,
Thro basest infamy.
A gloom hung Ger Brittanias isle,
Like darkest raven wieg:
Her daughters lost their wonted smile
Her sons gan mourn king.
But as leave this neither sphere,
That kingdom feels calm
And happy opes the bright New Year,
In joy a, Sandringham.
I've heard the mighty rolling swell
OF hum II cry and pealing bell, a-
Where palling terrors meet,
And laundering sound and noises dire,
Swell with the frantic cry Of FIRE,
Thro' the city's street. ~,
Have seen where swept the chill Lake
wind. n s-..,t y.
Bearing along the wild Fire fand,
Orer the doomed city,
The wing of flame and breath of fire,
Lcapisg tho roof and steeple and spire,
Tapping its tongue still high and higher,
Blasting its breath thro' Gro wdeu street,
Seeking the fugitives last retreat
Regardless of pity,
Driving alike the rich and poor,
From palace step and howell door,
And mounting on the breath of air,
With hideous roar and livid glare,
Leaping the stream Fl ON square to square
In frantic jubilee 4
And covered with the fiery shroud,
And stifflng meath the black smoke-cloud,
Is swept along the homeless crowd,
An ebbing human sea. 'ta ~
Still pressing on with heated breath,
Fiendof Fire and Demon of Death, $50
74tt In horrid victory @ 4
Bleak as the route that Sherman made,
In the march ofthe Fire Crusade,
Marking the course lis wings have sped,
With runs charred and seething dead,
Down to the Southern Sea.
And where the smoking ruins fall,
Covering the SoUAEE with direfal pail,
The BONFIRE blazed a flaming sea,
When the wild crowd danced in Jubilee,
Ger Southern ruin wrought.
And hands that bore the flaming brand,
To homes down in the Southern land,
Full dear this vengeance bought.
A Crying TIME.'-A Connections pa