The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-01-29
THE CLOSE OF THE xEA,s.
nY aEonaE D. paENrIcE

Gore Gone forever Like q rushing wave
Another year has burst upon ON the the shore
wandering in broken accents on the air,
Arc dying to az echo.
With its young charms has gone, gone with it's
Kts atmosphere of roses, it's white clouds
se Inoering Ike @ serarans in the sr-,its birds
Leaping and shouting, from the up-piied rocks
% % sns sSs % s senS wsa na sse hoy of
Ess rE1nbows slowing on the distant cloud
like spirits OF the storm-its peaceful lakes |
smiling in their sweet Aleep, as II their dreams
were OF the opening flowers and budding trees
Resting upon the nountain tops as crowns
Upon the heads OF grants Autumn, too,
with its green hills, like aiters Of the world
Lifting their rich fruit offerings to their God.
ITS cool winds straying mid the forest aisIes
10 wake the thousand wind harps: ita serene
And holy sunsets hanging DER the West,
IAke banners from the battienent of heaven.
And it's still evenings-vEhen the moon-Iit sea
Was ever throbbing like the living heart
But sounds and visions of the past--their deem
Wsld beauty has departed from the earth
And they are gathered to the embrace of death.
Their solemn herald to eternity
Nor have they gone alone. high human hearts
q chill on many breast that burned erewhile
Tth ares that seemed Immortal. Joys that leaped
An this young morn, to look upon the flowers,
The poetry of nature. and TO List
The woven sounds of breezs aud bird and stream
Upon the night all, have been stricken down
In silence to the dust. Exultant Hope,
That roved forever on the busyant winds
Like the bright starry birds of Paradise
And chanted to the ever listing heart
I'm the wild music of thousand tongues,
Or scared into the open sky until
Has shut her dropping wings and made her house
Within the voiceless sepulcher. AID Love,
On his hearts idol as on some sweet star
Whose parity and distance made it dear,
And dreamed of ecstacies, until his soul
Seemed but Tyre that weakened in the glance
OF the beloved one, he, too, has gone
no his eternal resting place. And where
Is stern Ambition? He who mady grasped
a's fame upon the battis-feid, "a and do IOnssd sA'
TO make his throne pyramid OF bones
His stormy voice is mute his mighty arm
Is nerveless its clod, his very name
us but meteor of the night of years
Whose gleaTn flashed out 3 moment Ger the earth
And faded into nothingness. The dream
or high devotion, Bsauty's bright array
And Iifes deep idol memories. AL have passed
LIKE LIZ the cloud I'd shsdows e - on a star-Iit stream
Are Sumbering on the billow.
Upon the past with sorrow7 Though the year
Has gone to blend with the mysterious tide
OF old Eternity, and borne elong
Upon it's heaving breast thousand wrecks
81 siory ,a and nc Of Of 6es1tS. Yet, why mourn
sucoeedeth to tlsp past To their bright round
The seasons come and go; the same blue arch
Tas same p1Fss.aFs that we have loved % watch
Like lilies the tomb of day-and still
Man will remain to dream he hath dreamed,
the lone tomb tomb ' Of old Hope
And Joy, and great Ambition will rise up
fAE Ik1ey nave I1Se1s ana Ine1r deeds Will be
Brighter than those engrayep the scroll
OF past centuries. Even now the
OF corning years. beneath whose mighty waves
1ifes great events are heaving into birth,
Is tossing TO and fro, as II the winds
OF heaven were prisoned in its soundless depths
And struggling to be free.
Weep not that time
Is pressing on it will ere long reveal
A brighter era to the nations. Hark!
Along the wales and mountains of the earth
There is deep portentous murmuring,
like the swift rush of SUbterraneau streams
Or like the mingled sounds of earth and air.
$nen the fierce tempest with sonorous wing
Heaves his deep folds upon the rushing winds
And hurrfes onward, with his might of clouds,
Against the eternal mountains. TTis the voice
or infant Freedom, and her stlrring call
19 heard and answered in o thousand tones,
From every hin-top OF her Western home,
And lot breaks across old oceans food,
And Freedom! Freedom!" is the answering
shout
or nations starting from the spell of years
T1Ie daysprinS-eee tia Frightening in the heav
ems!
The watchmen Of the night have carszht the sign
from tower to tower the signal fires aaeh free,
And the deep watch word, like the rush of seas
That heralds the volcanoes bursting flame.
Is sounding DER the earth. Bright years of Hop
Aud Life are on the wing. Yon glorious bow
OF Freedom, hended by the hand OF God,
As spanning Times dark surges. Its high arch
type of Love and Mercy-ou the clouds
VAL psss IN silence; and the sinking wages,
Gathering the forms of glory aud of pe1ce
Reflect the undimmed brightness of the heavens