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About The Georgia citizen. (Macon, Ga.) 1850-1860 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 1, 1851)
THE y OF THE CARRIER OF TIIE wmm am. TO ITS PATRONS, ttfrkfnkj, %\mn\, i, l;83i. Heard ye the knell upon the wintry gale, As the old year breathed out his dying wail; Or, were your hearts too eager to receive Its young successor, for the ag’d to to grieve ? Pause for a while, ere yet your hurrying feet Are pressing on, the coming year to greet: Pause, and by truth’s bright lamp, let mem’ry cast A glance upon the records of the past. Ye pilgrims—traveling on a sandy shore, Washed by the billows’ everlasting roar, Look back and see how swift the dashing spray, Has swept the traces of your steps away ; Ye, who recline on luxury’s downy bed, And feed from board*, with richest dainties spread, Have you remembered in your favored hour, Those who are presse.* by penury’s stern power ? Has widow, and sorrow sols your kind regard, Or orphan innocence, your bounty shared? Then shall the wings of the departing year, For you and yours, its richest memories bear. How full of thought—the ancient year that’s past ! How ominous and fitful was the blast That, for a season, howled from northern shores And thundered madly back from southern doors! Fanaticism fierce let slip its dogs of war, And s< nt them coursing through the land, afar, The food of kindred flesh to scent and lap, An-.l *doi our glorious Union’’ from the map! !>ut thanks to Providence, who rules in might, <§ Hie threatened danger vanishes from sight— jngßlMpaa abashed, shrinks from the patriot’s view, And States, their pledge fraternal do renew. Put on the past we must not longer dwell Keoount its joys , or of its warnings tell— ’.'hough grateful breasts wi!! ncv°r cease to own A'hate’er to them, propitious gales have blown. Hail to the day-spring of the new-born year— Gay hopes attend it, and fond blessings cheer, The notes of Love in melody as sweet, As cherub harps, the youthful stranger greet, she flowers of Fancy, in its pathway bloom, And shed, o’er future hours, divine perfume — Blight not these early blossoms---let the dew And sunny ray, their frequent charms renew. Blessings to those, whom God’s best gifts employ His glory to promote, and others’ joy 5 For them the dawning year new bliss shall bring, And bright perennial pleasures round them spring. When days and years, for them, shall be no more, - They, oe’r the wreck, on golden wings shall soar •, Time is—time was—but time has passed away, in the full blaze of uncreated day.
