Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-01-01
THE NEW YEARS ADDRESS
OF the Carriers of the Savannah Morn
ing News.


ing News.
BY MISS K. j. PHILLBRICK.
Again your carrier waits
With his greeting at your gates:
Joy be with you all, good friends upon this
For another glad New Year
Comes with his promise fair,
And hope springs from the grave OF the Old
ear passed away.
The Old Year passed away,
The grand memorial year Of EIGHTY-THREE.
That clasped forever with his day
And all the coming days to be,
The glOues of the centuries grey,
\ golden link in history!
Our own memorial year!
Our city's sesqui-centennial. Still we stray
Beneath the February skies that shine
In all their azure and their gold array
Upon the august pageant of that day;
And still is borne upon the joyous air
The peals triumphant of her sacred bells,
Whose happy music tells
Her birth not only. but her growth divine,
Advancing ever as the years advance
How glOws the patriot breast, how qulckens
pulse and thought,
As to the mental sight the years unfold
Their panorama, and the musing glance
Doth note her glorious growth since first
there came
Across the perilous seas the barque that
brought
Him of the thoughtful brain and helpful
hand.
Friend of the friendless, Oglethorpe thy
name,
synonym Of a fathers tender care,
With good deeds fragrant and with honors
fraught,
Graved on our hearts we bear,
But to thy deathless fame
No sculptured stone we rear.
Thou for myself hast wrought
4 more enduring monument than caryen
Behold the tree of stately growth that sprung
From the weak Seeding germined IN thy
thought.
And planted by thine anxious care alone.
IT'S now thine olive crown!
No oOd-stained laurel this, but fair among
The trees primeyal stands thy tree of peace,
Our Forest City. Nor strife, nor fraud, nor
Had part in its proud growth and fair in
crease.
Nor curse of blood upon the sunny land
Since erst in TomOchichis hand,
As leal and trustful, thou didst place thine
And through the circling years
As virgin white in honor still appears
Thy loved SAVANNAH'S name.
We wake as from dream; behold,
4 hundred years and half again are told
Since first that tree was planted. Now
Widespread and bOurgeOn is each bough;
And zee beneath its shade, trOw,
Upon our SesQui day
4 very different sight did see
To that which the old hero saw
When the Mochi of amacraw
In gorgeous array.
To him friendly hand did reach,
And cried in choicest Indian speech
"Todeal0 pWackd1ody ecteeP
All! had those hOn0red shades the power
To visit their old haunts again
And watch unseen that festal hour,
TIt.ar, oil -u1ao haf ON oil Gfr
In which no tracks of theirs remain,
And look on all the wOndrOus feats
OF late inventng. they had been
Too we'll aStonished ghosts. | Ween.
And had they called again next day
To view our glorious Trades display,
Which even to our modern eyes
Was something worth the sight,
Who may depict their wild surprise
And wondering delight.
All well, perhaps they did-who knows?
And then went back to their repose,
COntented that their little town
Was doing all its level best
To grow without one moments rest
4 city of renown.
With such glad scenes the Year arose,
And though events that marked its close
Have filled our hearts with grief
For flame has swept the haunted ground
OF the old Indian chief
Yet, in our pain and loss is found
\ future gain and grace;
And fair shall from its ashes rise
The old historic place.
Farewell, Old ear! Your race is run;
We bless you as you close your eyes,
And turn to wait the rising sun
With which your brother year shall rise.
We dare not cast his horoscope,
Yet as we see him joyous sprng
From the dead past Of time. we hope
That richer blessings ne will bring
OF good and health and wealth a store,
Then welcome to us. EIGHTYFOUR.
And now your carrier waits
With his greeting at your gates:
JOY be with you all, good friends, upon this
happy day,
For another glad New Year
Comes with his promise fair.
And hope springs from the grave of the Old
Year passed away.