Lexington weekly intelligencer., 1882-12-30
Time.-The Old Year and the New.

Who hath numbered thy cycles mysterious,
a Agelsss. unmarked and profoundf Thy birth
place
Where? and where began thlne INFANT wanna.
When frsl i from out selpsing Cn..s. so
bark til. funniest spark had been sol.r
Sun, and 10 still the heart-beat OF nsW-born
SAID IN tones eternal, LET there be Light"
Didst thou whet Thy scythe, to make OF AEss
Insatials msnsterl since shy birth
Convulsive, hast thou known no rest. nor dssts
ApaslD nHa paass sosd dH orSp ea.i CALI len % upon
Tbs ruins thou hast wrought As plsesst thou thy
ElnSer cold on each mortal,s brow. leaving 81
Thou the '.cofan lid'' Of human hopes. do -.--T
None Of Mercy . tender tones toac4 thy heart
Or fintP Or wouldst thou, relentless. cruel e
Az thou art, lift thy bliShting hand, asd from
Their orbits tear tho blssing stars thensslvss -
And sow them round thy track. - 20 many 90
kayless things. or bind them on fay hoarJ =.
AhlYs may not og
With questioning, vain and vague, to which the
Hollow tombs OF agee give alone their - Z g =
YoIceisss answer-hrs from his crimson eonSA
Unwsari' march OF Time; he'd left his track y
On banks OF silv'ry Euphrates ere noonbeans
shone upon her waters. or Nature wrote - ~
In stsrs, her first grand and glorious nisns.!sTs-
Though OF Eternity bot whisper aud .
Breath, his tread one OF ruthless power nat1
Been. and is. On the sea and on the land. isf
A wing'd destroyer, he 10 ALIKE at s,.a,ola
Hone. On highest mountain peaks. ip 0eeaa' .
| Deepest Cayss. decay his fnEer.msrk
Hatn wit Coronal' d Kings aud rusrs purple,
His pl.y-tainE. s.;y.u. hav' been, and sepuioAr'a
Are his Eravs-ysrds. OF his havoc. history :.
10 but the MIRROR dim, hls OF grsat menss tozAbi
And mighty wrecks, behind him left. bis oWA,
Unsculptur' d monument he doth build.
Aye! he 10 = erownlsas Conqueror. 80
AdowR whose stream all mortals active orlUs
/ Or like idle weeds. lie rOttlnE 1t his
Wharvss. With his Old Year, that's dying now
| What treasures vast have away been borne ffSn
/ Us forever! what events his passing r,.- -,
Mark'd What hopes. dreams And joys. purple
4is morning. coming. like his days; lie now
| tntomb' u, RETURNING nsvermors! What II
Hsrvs.t hath the TREAD Reaper made! Great mel
LAID low, and jun' rails writ In blood! Nations
lhrottled. ropss is!tsrsd. King. .nSroMa,d. % a.
In eternal sntnriss bast thou cut
Thy notsh. Old Year! Along the wide ard
Hath schoeu loud the c.nnon's boom. - r...
Battle smoke obscur'd the sun that " tae
Lald Of Ch.rlemsGne- Hath nssh'd the swsrd
| he press hath now'd the native wine, the bloc
or furious Frank on ground. made ciassle BY
His slres. 'Gaiast Europe's enblssonsd 0uss.
| Glitt' ring on the Seine where Sciences bent bel
LiatenIrG ear, aud Art gave up hsr crown;
HurtlinY iron hs.h bsen pour'd and round her
Like serpent fields. while her exIed rulers III
The pierce eagle stretch d upon ths plain"
And while her unread laws are made whore braH
Axrtsl Struck dswA The Saracen. -'
- Thy Dead. Old Ysari
Ahl the world was left weeping o'sr thy
Graves. He whose fancy swept On sonsor
..Asovs the thundsr's home" and poe,ta'd tn
Very dust, hath himself to dust rsturn'd;
The sea hath soar d beyond the stars with Whit
: It held commune. and earth. that sparkpd
With his Wit and blossom'd with HIS song.
I ~ t>k oil ahAn fNA
Hiah- gifted man! no closing year, ean frs.
His brow alettsr' laurel tear. nor dim
His light OF journa a,isic fame. 1hs flaming
Art that C.dmus gave, exhausted WAS to
Write the Wild lament, that dash'd acrUss old
Oceans smother'd d breast whsn. in glory. It,
BriYhtsst light went out, with Q summers ~
Ronance and Story drap'd themselves in blas
And all the better look'd to mourn him a.
parent; bersavtd offspring none can %
Wept Philosophy, and Eioquence grew dumb.
A. into lmnoIt.lity MINOR! he s.eppsd:
vicl'riss. o. Deaih, Thy dark winged Angel
Hath fitted past Virginia's q mountains bius.
And through Pucifc's golden gates, and cut
Hath from judges the spotless ermins torn.
And siill'd the Poets pen. Thou hast pass
Mu.ic's 6aii. and hu.h'd tn. sweetest notes. an
TwInsd the cypress round the Painters EASEL.
Thy cold touch. high civic wreathes TO coffin ,!
Clay have iurn'd. and eloquent lips been seal
Forever, Holy men OF God thou hast
Clsim'd, whose Christ-llt souls could 81
"Whers's thy sting?"
These, with thy dead unnumbereu, are OF
Thy trophies part, Old Year
But where are the graves OF the heart-hopes Il
Old Year hath dug? No epitaph marks them.
Save Grers silent unlslte red language fr
faces
Sadly speaking. Many loves, budding the y,
Agone, have wither'd ere they bloomed; Wiz
Of bright
Hopes. then to sunny zephyrs spread. hi
droop'd,
o1o htO
Ambitions. then vauliins to the sky. have
Into Oblivion trsmbled 'nEath Disdain's
Icy smile. Hearts, then bounding with bliss
Empty halls have since become where dit in
Spectral troops. the ghost oil dead Joys. these
A part OF the spoils OF Time, of Death and
Orthe Old Year.
But wen tread ne more among the dead lea
efthe
Old Year: Its brightest mem ries gath ring,
Fragrance from blossoms wIther'd, wen list
To silvsry BELLS ringing in the glad
NEW YEAR! Rim. out, sweet bells, in nj
Clear As Angels anthems whom enters Hesve
newborn soul. Welcome to thee, joyous
New Year! Hope springs anew with thy morn
Blush. and on with thee we'll journey thro' I
. Bright rounds Of thy Season: Happy New VI
Wales OF Spring. thro' Summers golden %
-. Autumn glide, and pass to Winter. when the
Lsav'st US, wiser. purer, better, at the
Crystal portals OF yet another glad
the New Year. So be 1t with all.
unit Thus, as from the Old
out Year. with its sghS and tears, We step into
be The New of bright hope and promise iull. 80
de, LIT US live that when We with Old Time do
ad- Part h.ind leaving all lever dreams, We
Gu Can s,rp int" NRw LIFE ErERNAL, WHERE
Y VIZ SAY BOW TO GOD ALONE.
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