The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1911-12-28

AAS eSkA ~
the knell
OF the departed year.
No funeral train
Ia sweeping past, yet on the stream
With melancho1y light, the noon
beams rest,
Like a pale, spotless shroud; the air
Is stirr'd
AS by a mourner'S sigh, and on YOU
cloud,
That floats SO still and placidly
through heaven.
The spirits of the season seem to
stand
Young Spring. bright Summer, -Au-
tumn's solemn form
And Winter. With his aged locks-and
breathe
In mournful cadences that come
abroad
Like the far wind harp's wild and
touching vail.
A melancholy dirge DER the dead year.
Gone from the earth forever.
'Tis a time
For memory and for tears. Within
the deep,
Still! chambers Of the heart a specter
dim,
Whose tones are like the wizard voice
of Time
Heard from the tomb Of ages, points
its cold
And solemn finger to the beautiful
And holy vision that rave passed
away
And left no shadow Of their LONELINESS
ter lifts
The coffin lid of hope and JOY n love
And, bending mournfully above the
pale.
Sweet forms that slumher there. scat
tiers dead flowers
Ger wl1a, has pass'd to ~nothingness.
The year
Has gone and with it many a glorious
throng
OF happy dreams. Its mark is on each
Its shadow in each heart. In its swift
course
1t waved it's scepter DER the beautiful.
And they are not. 1t laid its paid
hand
Upon the strong man. and the naughty
Is fallen. and the flashing eye is dim.
1t trod the hall of revelry. where
throng'd
The bright and joyous, and the fearful
vail
OF stricken ones is heard where erst
the song
And reckless shout resounded.
1t pass'd DER
The battle plain. where sword and
spear and shield
Flash'd in the light of midday. and the
strength
OF serried hosts is shiver'd. n the
grass.
Green from the soil Of carnage, waves
above
The crush'd and moldering skeleton.
1t came
And faded like a wreath of mist at
Yet ere it melted in the viewless air
It heralded Its millions to their home
In h dim land of dreams.
Remorseless Time
Fierce spirit Of the glass and scythe-
what power
Can stay him in his silent course or
melt
His iron heart to pityo On. still on.
He presses and forever. The proud
bird,
The condor Of the Andes. that can
Through heavens unfathomable
depths or brave
The fury of the northern hurricane
And battle his plumage in the thun-
der's home.
Furls his broad wings at nightfall and
sinks down
To rest upon his mountain crag, but
Time
Knows not the weight of sleep or
WEAKNESS,
And nights deep darkness has no
chain to bind
His rushing pinions.
Revolutions sweep
Ger Garth. like troubled visions DER
the breast
OF dreaming sorrow; cities rise and
sink.
Like bubbles on the water: fiery isles
Spring, blazing, from the ocean and so
back
10 their mysterious caverns; noun
tains rear
To heaven their bald and blacken'l
cliffs and bow
Their tall heads to the plain; new en-
pires rise,
Gathering the strength Of hoary GEN.
turtles.
And rush down like the Alpine
avalanche.
Startling the nations, and the very
stars,
You bright and burning blazonry OF
God.
Glitter awhile in their eternal depths.
And like the Pleiad, loveliset Of their
train,
Shoot from their glorious spheres and
pass away
TO darklc in the trackless void. Yet
Time
Time, the tomb builder-holds his
fierce career.
Dark, stern, all pitiless, and pauses
not,
Amid the mighty wrecks tina, strew
his paths,
To sit and muse, like other ~cOnquerors
Upon the fearful ruin he has wrought.
Thousands of Americans have com.
posed verses in celebration Of the pass
blank verse. written by George Deni-
ing Of the old year. but this eIegy in
son Prentice. a lifelong newspaper
man. is the only me that has survived
the test of time. For two generations
it has been acclaimd by competent
critics as the most eloquently poetic of
all so-called New Years poems writ
ten In America. Prentice was Il ma
tive of Connecticut. bern in 1902, but
frorl 1881 until his death in 1870 he
was editor of the Louisville Journal,
predecessor Of the Louisville Courier
Journal. He was a Photographer Of
wide distinction. A collection Of his
poems was published in 1860
Miss Young Going East.
Fargo Forum: Miss Dorothea Young
daughter of Judge n Mrs. N. c.
Young Of Eleventh street south, ex-
poets to leave Tuesday. January 2, for
Boston TO enter the New England con-
servatory. Horace Young will accom-
pany his sister east to enter the law
school at Iowa City.
Finds Home For Child.
Fargo Courier-News: Miss ToppinR