The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-12-13

It was New Years eve and I dreamed q dream.
And In It the year just passed
Went by mo In It's funeral clothes,
AS we all shall be dressed at the last;
And II laid itseif down In u lonely spot,
And covered Its head with mold:
And the snow sifted over its resting place.
And winter blew chill and cold.
50 I said In my dream; sleep well, Old Year.
My grief for you Is spcnt.
You gave mo days l would gladly have kept,
Hut you took them when you went
And since nothing you leave me, no moro can I give;
Yet we parted as friend s." said J.,
" But your day is done. and your place 10 niled.
Good night, and good dreams and ~good.by."
Then suddenly In my startled oars
Was the din OF n trumpet's sound;
And the lonx dead years Of the long past earth
Came rising up out OF the ground.
Thousands. an army. a m uititudol
They covered the land and the sea,
With arms outstretched toward the Just spent year
And eyes turned full on mo
And. as forth IL passed TO those beckoning HANDS.
with q sorrowful glance behind,
saw with q shudder that all were MANNED.
Or crippled, or halt. or blind.
And q wall went up. the saddcst wall
That ears shall ever hear:
Ages and ages and ages past,
Aud mover q perfect year"
with menacing front they turned and stood
With avenging faces then;
Years where the souls Of women were lost
And also the honor OF men.
Passions and hatreds and wrongs and strifes
And sins that I could not namo
Rolled over my head in resistiesa nood
And struck me down In my shame
My heart was full OF q strange resolve
When I woke. and the dream was dona
The night had vanished and the stare.
And Q new day had begun.
A strange resolve l can never keep,
To Its memory I drop . tear.
To give to the world with It's sorrowful past
new and q perfect year.
VALLEY HEAD. Ala. Dec. 10. VIRGINIA II. CORNELL.
The Song OF the Conquerors.
Let US sing the new song OF the eonouerors of tho
Garth:
The battle song is still the song that thrills
Let US sing our song of soldiers men of wisdom and
OF worth;
But the soldier that we sing of never kills.
But he Nights with wind and icenoes in the weller Of
the seas.
And he drives his nreluneed war horse through the
hight:
Through tho snowstorm and the midnight hear his
iron courser wheeze;
Here is battle worth the singing! here Is light!
Let US sing the new song of the conouorors of the
world,
The a1emeu of the forests of the North:
The smoke nag from their log camp on the frosen air
unfurled
Beckons to the waiting millions to come forth.
Old Solitude has nodded on his throne Q thousand
years.
But he wakens at the axe stroke. Let him nee:
For he hears tho rafting engine shrIeking in his
deadened ears.
And he hears the roar Of cities yet to be.
lie. us sing the new song OF the conquerors of the
earth.
The song of the plowmen of the West,
Wh1 rnaBAa Z a~d ~ pl.nev .-hARA RIAS A-H A-A
of Dearth.
And the serpent swamps are changed to homes of rest.
Sing the men who lay the highway where tho palace
car is whir!ed.
And the iron monster thunders down the rail;
Strong as men who fought with dragons. tanners OF tho
savage world.
These are men who eight with Chaos. and prevail.
Let us sing the new song OF tho conquerors of tho
earth.
For the soldier race has not departed yet:
Far up the western mountains SEQ the gunless hosts
go forth.
The soldiers OF tho Brotherhood OF Sweat.
Our war is never ended and the fray 10 but begun.
We battle till the coming OF the night,
And well grapple with our foeman ct the setting OF
sun;
We're enlisted while our day Iasta Let ua light!
SAN WALTER FosA-