The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-01-04

Tremble in bliss and love.
But If, by shame undone,
In its swift flight the sobbing year hath more
OF griefs than blessings in his mighty store
If curses dare the sun,
Raising hand to STAY
The good deeds men might do thzoaghout the worlt
Then shall the star from its high place be hurled
And fall in night away;
And nevermore its glow
Shall shine again, for the dark fends of sin
From hearts their life from star. their glory win,
And the year lies dead below.
Tonight, all newly given,
A star goes slowly up the vaulted space,
And like shining jewel takes Is place
In the wide belt Of heaven.
Softly its burning light
Blends with the glory of the cleaning train
That sweep across this wide and shining plain,
Led by Arcturus bright.
With them it murmurs DER
The joyous strains borne on infnitsssuud,
Of that great song of Peace and gladness found,
The morning star outpour.
1t brings the promised day,
That sings the music of the heavenly tones
That wears the beauty of the starry zones
Crowned with their hallowed ray.
It brings. the fair New Year,
Who waiteth in the gates of dawn for flight,
His pinion lifted, ready plumed and white,
As angels wings appear
As some. fair Grecian god,
With ivy trembling round his shining bFows-
With vine-bound Thyrsus lifted to arouse
The life beneath the sod,
Came down Mount Idas side
While streams awoke, buds opened rich and red
Vines crept to life, buds beneath his tread
And wine flowed far and wide
So comes the brave New Year;
And meath his feet, all golden shod, spring up
Rare blooms that hold with each fragrant cup
One dew-dros' like a tear.
Hopes blossom like to flowers
Desires and passions waken at his call,
And vibrant willing dreams re-echo all
His footsteps DER the hours.
Within his EuEs, free eyes.
Grief fights with joy, and clouds the eager gaze
That seeks the sunny nights where dwell blue days,
And stately mountains rise.
Between their misty peaks,
Green lands of promise fair, and blossom crowned,
Lift up their heads where rosy lights abound,
In red auroral strcaks.
On the high summit stands
The blooming summer with his mystic rose,
While through the vale below the cold storm goes,
Wasting the furrowed lands.
The New Year looks on high;
Suns rise above, while darkness dwelIs below
The magic nights where tho summers blow
Above the stor ms that fly.
With burning prophet Light,
His twn-born star leans Ger him from the skies
His task to win the keeping of the prize,
Or lose it in the night.
The blessed New Year stands
Like one divine before the waiting throng
Who reach up through the choral deeps Of song
Their eager, outstretched hands
Lips part, as if to pray;
And; every heart, down dropping one by one
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Asketh a boon to-day.
Oh little, laughing child,
Plucking the daisies white and berries sweet
From blooming fields of joy-thy bliss: com lete,
If erst thy mother smiled
What boon wilt thou implore
From this brave New Year who has many gifts
To please thy fancy it shifts and shifts
Among his precious store:
Wilt thou a bird that sings
bird that sits upon goldsr nest,
Warbiing the songs thy mothers voice hath blest
Waving its crimson wingss
Wilt thou fragrant flower
Pure as the smile that ever in them lfes
Blooming each hour,
Maiden with tender eyes,
Filled with strange visianss trembling with unrest,
prisoned Psyche struggling in thy breast,
For knowledge of the Skies
What wilt thou that the Year
Shall bring to theea Jewels that flash and shine
Music's weird power 20 waken song divine,
Wooing the saints to hear!
Lilies of pearl to lay
Amid fhe shadows of thy flowing hair
Bushes oflorc to make thy cheek MOI. fair.
Flushing at loves delayt
Wilt thou lover brave,
Fair Adonis, as Achilles bold,
Who shall come to thee where, glittering with gold
The mornings pennons wayei
Oh, Youth, awaiting fate
Parting the splendor which the sunlight yields
To gaze adown the white unspotted fields,
Where glory lies in wait
For thee Fame smiles and mods
Wilt thou, insatiate, on ambrosia SIM
Wit thou draught from laughing Hebe's cup,
Wet from the lips of gods
Wilt thou quaff wild delights
Prom those strange waters which intoxicats
The soul with -ayue foresbadowinEs OF fate
Fresh from Parnassus' nights,