The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1872-01-04
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Highland Weekly News.
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Hush! whispering winds; let now your voices
cease
To move the gentle spirit of the year!
Untune the harp and lutte; let Nature breathe
A holy hush, and drop pensive tear.
Ye swaying boughs, be motonless and sad;
Ye croaking night-birds of the wood, be still
Ye pillows of the mighty ocean, hush
Cease every murm'ring wave; ;, your placid
tones
Are silent mockery to the hour may, more,
For ages ye have dashed o'er painless seas;
Let now your white foam sleep on crested
Shores
Let the fair moon, the glorious orb Of night,
E'en penetrate thy boundless depths, and scan
The glittering, golden wealth and serried hosts
That have been swallowed up since Time be-
gan.
If there IS an eye save the Eternal eye
Of Him who rules created worlds, can see
The bleached and ghastly skeletons of man,
(From whence the soul alone hath taken flight
That long have found peaceful grave with
thee,
o, let the meek-eyed moon be first to wake
The sumbering forms, and the intelligence
That now the 8hort-LiUed gear is dying, break
For one brief moment let the nations pause
And let the courses of events be stayed,
Until Reflection finds resting place
In minds unknown to thought. This solemn
hour
Doth set the seal that Death alone doth know.
One moment more, and then the hand of Time
May scroll the mournful words-THe gear is
deady
Dead! Dead! and of the past Not ours2
How strange
The year that once was ours is ours no more!
How can it be-what once was present, now
The buried past, all in the briefest hour!
What means this endless rush of time? Ask
D., Him,
Who made alternate day and night, and said
That He alone, of all things, could not change!
An infant spirit wings its silent flight
To that mysterious world unknown; anon
Another spirit comes to US, ere yet
The frost of death hath snatched the vital
breath
From lips of one whose life we hold most dear.
At once our hearts are sore with grief and glad;
The fountain depths of tears are sealed, and
Love
And Hope twine round the spirit newly born.
Thus with the dear Old Year. We're 10th to
break
The tender ties that make it one with US,
And say that saddest word, farewell !" and
feel
That all its joys are but remembrance now.
Yet, as the light of this glad New Year dawns,
And rosy Hope sits smiling on her throne,
And JOY and Mirth twin sisters, seem to US
Sweet harbingers of all that makes life dear,
Our very hearts with glad emotion SWELL,
And in loud and joyous strain shout,
With simultaneous voice DER earth and sea,
"Welcome o welcome to the glad New
Year"
E'en Nature hears the notes prolonged, and
hastes
To catch the merry chime, and ring
The fond, sweet welcome in a thousand tones!
o let the world be gay againl Ring, ring,
Ye bells a welcome from your lofty towers
With upward gaze, for this New Year we cry:
Ye stars, ye angel eyes of Heaven, shine on
In your majestic radiance, and flush
Yon bow of blue as with newborn light!
And with welcome from each heart and lip
The proud New Year bids joy to all the earth.
Yes, Seventy-One is dead and yet
Is it forgot while we rejoice?
All, no, that cannot be; e'en now
It speaks to US through memory's voice.
Hear what it says, for it records
The great events that moved the earth
In its brief reign; and some are such
As never year before gave birth.
Can recollection e'er grow dim
Ofthat which frenzied soul and mind
And paled the Nations heart within,
Yet gave new impulse to mankind?
Twas Natures fercest element,
That held its wild, demoniao sway,
The proudest city OF the West,
Was swallowed up in one brief day.
All, had the ocean broken bounds,
It's work had not been more complete
For sweeping pillows might have left
The wrecks of what had been a street.
Where are the wealth and splendor now,
That fair Chicago once could boast?
The dome, the palace, where are they?
Like Olden POmpeii, all are losti
Lost the loved homes that thousands mourn;
Lost are loved forms that dwelt therein;
Yet hope will kindle in each breast,
Until Chicago lives again.
The cry for help was answered soon,
And nobly the response was given.
Help came from North, and East and South,
Zen as the mamma came from Heaven.
Well cross the seas to the orient shore
Of beautiful France. Behold it once more!
Twas ravished. by War, twas harrassed and
worn,
And Paris, the beau monde, looks sadly forlorn.
o the blood and the tears the great city shed!
What anguish and want are concealed by the
dead!
In the fercest of strife, France strove to be
just,
But her spirit has broken and traiIed in the
dust.
We pray that the time may be distant not far,
When the earth shall no longer be ravished
by war,
When tumult and strife and contention shall
cease
And all nations shall raise the white banner
of peace.
Among the events of the year,
Still another doth memory bring
1t cost New York City most dear,
o, shame to the "Tammany Ringw
But selfshness, where'er tits found,
And ilI-gotten gains cannot thrive;
So the Ring dashed to the ground,
And Tammahy yielded alive.
Deal thus with oppression and vice,
And sin in the grossest array,
Had il ever been crushed in a trice,
Our land would be purer to-day.
All, Seventy-One, Old Year,