The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-01-07
Written for THE TRIBUNE,
NEW YEARS ADDRESS.

BY T. h. HEINEMAN,
last night, from every thought and care I'M
sat with CHEEKY heart to mark the diars
To hail the sentinels when on their final round
Twelve measured strokes should usher In
Another sail from Ger the sea of Time
Well laden with q wealth of golden store
Well suited to the wants of every cline
And-endleSS prayers ever asking more = - -
And while IIgazed- Il know not how it eame-
A pail of darkness overwhelmed my sight,
a spirit whisper seemed to breathe my name,
And then my eyes were dazzled by flood of
light!
The clock was gone, and where saw its face
A radiant arch, by thousand pillars borne,
OerSpanned realm OF endless space,
Ilunined as il by the light OF rosy morn.
Upon its threshold scythe and glass in hand,
StoodFather Time with stern and solemn mlen
Prepared to give his oft renewed command:
go FORTH my child, for the Old Year hath
BEEN.
And while his eyes told FER the grains of gold
That trickled from the glass, a lilly to his
Spread out its leaves, and from their snowy fold
Peeped forth a cherub's head both sweet and
bright.
Twas the New Year, l guessed it at glance!
With nirnDle bound it sprang from its abode
And inits arms it bore the cask of chance,
Cornucopia, replete with more than load
Of golden promises all glittering, precious, fair,
ScON " oO" eAAS oSoA =
SO that another twelve months fostering care
Produce a haryeSt-home of more than double
yield.
The last grain falls, the last. the hours fill,
And bowed with care comes tottering to the
The Oii Year, trembling. cold and chill.
A wasted form that looks as it the brunt
OF every strife, Il twelve months course, had
Upon those shoulders chafed and sore.
But nobly borne, its burdens nc the last,
Until recalled by Time to bear no more.
The Old Year mods; it wants 10 speak
So does the New, for it has mnch to ask
Concerning flights its wings anon must seek,
The better to begin its glorious task.
the Old Year signs, and thus its tale begins;
There's nothing new, the world is ere the
Here one the smile of tickle fortune wins
And there another graSpS the bubble Fame.
mankind is still what mankind ere has
been,
A mingled half of weakness and of strength,
a drifting whole, such as was ever seen
Glide down Times stream DER breadth and
length.
And SleepleSs nights and dreams of more;
Few are the hearts that know content
And fewer those that neer were sad and sore!'
AYE, life is ere the same, and
Have merely plodded down its beaten way,
Have seen the current of events rush by
The lights and shadows of each varying day.
by journeys end-while now gaze around,
find it much as when first began
Much that L sought remains unbound,
And distant hopes still gliInmer in the van
''Well said, Old Year, rejoined the cherub bold,
Though sad the picture that thy lounge por
trays:
Wait until my royal gifts unfold
To happier hearts and brighter days,
The hopes and dreams thy reign could but sug
geSt
/ bear them living here within my arms,
ana forth they'll HE at my behest
To treasure life with Sweeter charms
Il bring not famine, pestilence or war,
Not Ia hymn Of joy shall hail the morn
When Seventy-Four declines faded star
And SeVenty-Five to nobler tasks is bOrni
L come prepared, unawed by fear,
With pending problems well to cope;
hold no word of promise to the ear,
And on declining break it to the hopper
4.So fare the well, Old Year, III firm and true"
What more? My eyes are opened wide,-
The neighboring church clock chimes the hour
of two
must have slept the while the Old Y ear died.
For on the mantle where the arch had been
My clock rgain licked on its Growsy pace,
And the strange vision, there my eyes had seen,
They too were lost in the far realm Of space.
Was it a dIeam? Come, reader, you decide;
Was there grain of truth in what the Old
Year said?
Ought we to mourn. rejoice, or chide,
Since now us gone and numbered with the
dead?
Wen say farewell, and think of it no more.
But give cneery welcome to the New;
And what is promised out on dream-lands
shore
God grant-no idle dream-but all come true!