Show The Closing Year Tit mtjnlghti hourand silence now It brooding like a gentle spirit oer The ttill and pulielei world Harkl on the wind The bell deep tone are swelling tit the knell Of the departed year No funeral train It weepina pat yet on the stream and wood 4 With melancholy light the moonbeam rest Uke a pale ipotleit shroud the air it stirred At by a mourner sigh and on yon cloud That floats to tttll and placidly through heaven The spirit of the seasons teem to stand Young Spring bright Summer Autumn solemn form And Winter with hit axed locks and breathe mournful cadences that come abroad Like the wlndharpt wild a touching wail A melancholy dirge oer the dead year Cone from the earth forever Tit a time For memory and for tears Within the deep Still chamber of the heart a specter dim Whoie tuneraro like the wizard voice of Time Heard from the tomb of ages points itt cold And solemn finger to the beautiful And holy viiiont that have pattd away And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waite of life That specter lilt The coffin lid of hope and joy and love And bending mournfully above the pale Sweet forma that dumber there scatters dead flowers Oer what hat patted to nothingness The year Hat gone and with it many a glorious throne Of happy dreamt Itt mark It I on each brow Itt shadows each heart In itt swift course It waved Itt scepter oer the beautiful And they are not It laid lit pallid hand Upon the strong man and the haughty form It fallen and the lathing eye It dim It trod the ball of revelry where throngd The bright and joyous and the tearful wall Of stricken ones It heard where ent the toni And recklou thout rrtound J It patted oer The battle plain error t stud par and thleld Flathd in the light of midday and the strength Of ft serried hosts it ihiverM and the trait Green from the toil of carnage waves above The cruhd and mouldering skeleton It came And faded like a wreath of milt at eve Yet ere it melted in the viewless air It heralded its million to their home In the dim land of dreamt Remorseless Time Fierce spirit of the glass and tcythe what power Can stay him in hit silent course or melt Hit iron heart to pity On ttlll on He presses and forever The proud bird The condor of the Andes that can soar Through heavens unfathomable depths or brave The fury of the northern hurricane And bathe his plumage in the thunders home Furls hit broad wings at nightfall and sink down To ret upon the mountain crag But Time Knows not the weight of sleep weariness And nights deep darkness hat no chain to bind Hit rushing pinion Revolution weep Oer earth like troubled visions oer the breast Of dreaming sorrow cities rio and link Like bubblet on the water fiery isles Spring blazing from the ocean and go back To their mysterious caverns mountain rear To heaven their bald and blackened cliffand bow Their tall head to the plain new empire rile Gathering ttrength hoary centuries And rush down like the Alpine avalanche Startling the nations and the very tan Yon bright and burning blazonry of God Glitter awhile In their eternal depths And like the Pleiadei loveliest of their train Shoot from their glorious spheres and pr a aw v To deride In the trackless r > hlel Time Timt the tomb bull rlo hla crcoirwer Dark item all pilut and pauses lot rail the mighty vrrecki that strew fill path i alt and mute like other conqueror Upi lie ufu1 ruIn b hat wrought I George D Prentice |