Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1890-01-07
PoErIcAL
ADDRESS

Everywhere; welcome, thrice blessed and vel
Joy-bEiSsi1s chffstnas, sAy presence again
attend thee,
Thrice. Welcome, in lplse Of thy eomtortlesa
train.
Though dark be the lAndIcare aud ssofinyi
Ahe weather,
Though cloud -eovered lhs IL semble tl6 night,
Yet, warmed by,thy pleaaaFes, md sunnea by
We and every shadoW dissolve into light
Hail, to the season. so fun aud 90 fragrant,
With hope for the future aud. love for the past,
The years that have hoWn and the one that is
Are rich with the halo, Its coming has cast.
Commemorate hrne--fond memories cluster
For ages about It, and yearly entWined
To mingle with those, the dead have enshrined
Times annual oifspring, 'tis born ct the closing
OF the years. that index, the fight Of evehiS
Before i. stands Hope, with its face to the fti-
And Memory by it, its pisasnire a1gmentr.
Yet MemEesy gathers not pleasure untFa'n-
Buttather q checker Of good and the III;
As the sunlight, that bathes with Its glory the
Is dimmed by the shadow, oft, cast by tho hiii
Pleasure and sorrow aud sunshine and shadow
In life interlace, like the oak aud the vino
And retrospect %anders but slowly and surely
To climes where the evil and good ihtertwine.
Beneath the blue sky of the year that is closing
In the eun of its days, and stars of its nights,
The rays of progression and light of It's plenty
A chadnd 0nH abnAnNuaH ~ n fnfiaa from
our sights.
still strong are the bonds, that bind the Great
To treaties that nourish the flowers of peace;
All bloodless we see Republic arising,
And the sway of aDynasty quietly cease.
The vintage is full and the harvest is plenty,
And light are the hearts of the Tillers again.
Pervadlng the Chimes, and amOng all the Ma
tions
Undinmed and unmeasured prosperitles reign.
But out on the Oceans. the hurricanes ragged
And into the havens, mid forests of sails,
Like leaves of the trees, in the path of the
The SEN birds of eommerce, went down in the
gales.
Not alone on the waters, but far to the Inland
The Wind-drtven clOud-rlngB INCREASINGLY fell,
Like an ocean uplifted aud lashed to q fury,
On to mountain aud gorge, into valley and
dell.
TN streamEets that gursle from hssure and
Leapea. forth from their hiding like giant cas-
sslsad bseaEs ti1at arc purling through orchard
o'erspFead ike deluge, the neighbOring
glades.
Til smo.otlt-feowing tiyers, whose banks hav,
Their landmarks for ages, herce sosfehits be
Sweeping forest and home sweeping hamlet
and town
So rudeIy. Sc ferceiy-therc is left but tn,
The waves have subsidized, the Hood is no more
The suubeams have lessened, the sumrhsf hai
Kind hearts and brave hands, and time are re
storing
What those waves here destroyed, save only
the dead.
Then comes the bright autumn. The seeds Of
sown wisely within the political field
By the Party of Right in the harvesting time
Bring prestige and glory a bountiful yield.
But the Gold of the autumn fades away in tn,
OF the rugged December and winter appears
Decry not, the weather, though ceaseiess th'
Kind nature but weeps, for people in tears.
In the FAR away Southland, by shores Of III,
Gnlf
Where sunbeams of summer are lingering yet
Sad voices embalm in memorial hymns,
The life that so lately, in honor has set.
In honor7-yea more, Immortality crowns
That heroic life. The illustEi6tis name
OF Davis, untarnished, Will I've Ind adorn
With valor and virtue, the tschtves Of fame
y i3t-lss4- } Esd stEsl n 4
Fair Christmas. 5te welcome thee, hero whet
our Homes
AMONG the blue mountains, so snuglS rep6se
Though wealth is not ours, yet want is mn
We bask in the pleasures thy adVenta disclose
Seed time and harvest, the sun and the cIou,
Have CONC with the seasons ecccntrical herr
= :; prise 40iled
And stand-pipe and hydrant and fountain ap
p'ai ,tIia
Then hail TO the seasOh 60 full and so fragran
! OF Hope for the future and Love for the past
The years that have flown and the one that
passing
Are rich with the halo. its coming has cast.