Once more* hath Time with ceaseless tread
Numberec 1. the old year with the dead,
And to view the earliest ray
Os this ou x - happy New Year’s day ;
Here have wo met to greet its dawn,
And chan.-*; our praises to the morn,
Which ev«3r brings a wreath of'ioy
To crown your humble Carrier Boy;
And now any harp so long unstrung,
Must time its chords to noble song,
And strikes some ancient poet’s lire
In the soft breathings of my lyre.
Come, germ tie Melpomene, come
From the Idlest mansions of thy home,
On high P sarnassus’ mount, where dwells
The muse in their rocky dells ;
Not let my— prayer go up iu vain,
To invoke thy gently soothing strain :
0! if my i an pretending lays
Might wirx the meed of heartfelt praise,
Hmv hap:» v would the New Year he,
How full <> i festive mirth to me !
But whithesr shall nty genius turn,
To speak i_ n living words that burn
The requixmm of the buried year,
O’er whicl-m we’ve shed a passing tear.
Shall sad on the dead
Recall thex. r gentle spirits fled,
Or stop the- fountains of our wo,
Which o’e *- their fates unceasing flow—
Or might we pass them gently By
And pray tto meet them in the sky ?
’Tin true, .«t ad hearts have often wept
O’er friend who with the dead have s.ept,
Since last, -upon a New Year’s day,
We sang v-viththem some festive lay,
But though around our feelings yet
Thev ling& i with a fond regret;
Let hope’s, unclouded rav be given
To light uss to their home in Heaven.
We might, by memory’s gentle aid,
A brighter scenery have portraye 1 ;
BiUsoleimt thoughts are sometimes best,
Though tli<— y disturb the spirits rest,
They leaves a heavenly influence there,
Which sorx *s of mirth might never share.
Yct,tiimiix g trom this gloomy strain,
We strike «3tir gleeful notes again,
with hearty glance to find
How many' ’mong our patrons kind
Havecharx ged their single state in life,
And sough*, t and found a lovely wife;
But few su. *ch happy names appear
Among records of the year.
Compared with those whose stubborn hearts
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M ill never let them act their parts.
Old Bachelor’s, a gloomy train,
Who yet in loneliness remain
Without one friend to soothe their cares,
()r wipe away their burning tears ;
When Fortune frowns and sad distress
Drinks up their founts of happiness.
How many, in their single state,
Still linger while the wretched mate
Whorn nature doomed to he their own,
Repines in anguish all alone.
My blessings on ye, gentle maids,
Though fickle Fortue now upbraids,
May Wedlock be your happy state
Before the close of Thirty-eight.
Ah, me ! before that dreadful close
What may take place God only knows.
How many warriors, dead in light,
Shail lie unhurried day and night,
VV h;!c sorrowing friends, far, far away,
Snail weep to hear the bloody fray,
And anxious watch, unceasing keep,
For th >se who in their death-mounds sleep.
Already does the battle rage,
And hostile armaments engage
In cold Canadian wilds afar, '
Nursed to fearful din of war.
Kre while the Indian warhoop rings,
More terrible than the wrath of Ki
'Through deserts wide and forests deep,
While soldiers brave are doomed to sleep
Oil Florida’s defenceless shore,
To fight for Freedom’s arms no more.
O Heaven ! protect the little band
Who bled on “Tampa’s desert strand”—
Nor let the banner of the brave, )
() er Freedom’s ramparts cease to wave, [
()r strike its honors to a slave. )
But dimly in the South I see
A single star of Liberty,
With infant spark it proudly shines,
O’er Texian lulls and battle lines—
Nor may it ever cease to glow
While ocean waters ebb and flow.
But now my muse’s strains must cease
Braving the bow of genial peace,
To hover o’er a bleeding world
With Freedom’s banners proud unfurled;
And may my Country ever be
A refuge for the brave and free.
(>n you, good Patrons, all, J pray,
Rich blessings every New Year’s day ;
And when the storms of life are o’er, )
O ! may we meet on Heaven’s shore,
Where friends are doomed to part no more.;
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