[EXTRACT.] THEN, too, the Old Year dieth, And the forests utter a moan, Like the voice of one who crieth In the wilderness alone, "Vex not his ghost!" Then comes, with an awful roar, Gathering and sounding on, The storm-wind from Labrador, The wind Euroclydon, The storm-wind.. Howl! howl! and from the forest Sweep the red leaves away! Would the sins that thou abhorrest, O Soul! could thus decay, And be swept away! For there shall come a mightier blast, Christe, eleyson! H. W. LONGfellow. Voices of the Night. (Poetical Works.) IN midst of dangers, fears, and death, JOSEPH ADDISON. "THE OLD YEAR OUT, THE NEW RING then, ring loudly, merry midnight bells! Be knells the while for the old fallen king Resting his dying head upon the snow? Ring out the old year, for the new year ring. AUGUSTA WEBSTER. But 66 No," she murmurs low and sad, 66 Last year a merry welcome had When he came to our poor place, "But when the year was changed and old, He took mine only one away, "No coming year shall welcome bet I have no song to sing to thee, Unwelcome thus, the gift of God The faint heart beat once more; And softly, at his side, She saw, by gleaming robes of snow, The vesture strangely dyed,The sandalled foot that shows a scar, The tender hands where nail-prints are. Then, looking upwards from her place, Who makes our darkness light, This lonely house must be, The gift I sent to thee, The vacant chair, the vanished light, "And I am come, from cloudless skies I come to bid thee rise, and make "Look up, sad heart, and face the dawn, Look up, and lean on Me, These hours shall speed thy spirit on To where thy treasures be; But every hour thy hands must move His voice is like the summer wind That blows upon the grass, The winter-time is left behind, The haunting shadows pass,And Hope awakens, singing clear, To bless the morning of the Year. AUTHOR OF 66 EZEKIEL AND OTHER POEMS." (Nelson.) wwwwwww TO THE NEW YEAR. NEW Year, here's a welcome to thee- Thy light reveals glories to me, And thou dost fresh courage impart. Hope shines like the star of the East On the birth of this infant of Time; Its lustre my faith has increased, And made resolutions sublime. Like a plain of immaculate snow Untrodden-to mortals unknown, And fair as the infant year's brow, The Future is beauty alone. Let us gaze on the sinless awhile, Nor waste idle tears on the dead; For, trusting to Heaven's own smile, We fear not the unknown to tread. From the Past, like a desolate shore With wrecks of resolve overstrewn, Turn away; for the Future once more To the heart sings a life-stirring tune. It sings not of death, but of birth: Weep not on the grave of decayBehold the new joy of the earth, A Phoenix arises to-day! ROWLAND BROWN. Songs and Poems. (D. Bogue.) FRIEND, come thou like a friend, Or dim with clouds we cannot comprehend— Knowing thou leadest onward to those spheres Where there are neither days nor months nor years. AUTHOR OF "JOHN HALIFAX, Thirty Years. (Macmillan and Co.) NEW Year met me somewhat sad : New Year coming on apace, What have you to give me? You shall not deceive me : CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. THY path is plain and straight-that light is given Onward in faith-and leave the rest to heaven. ROBERT SOUTHEY. SWIFTLY the days and the years go by, And shall meet us again on Time's further shore. God grant they come, a gentle band, FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE. CLANGING hoarsely, tolling softly, changeful on the changeful wind, Wail the bells in solemn dirges, "Dying! dying! left behind!" Chiming sweetly, pealing gladly, when the midnight turneth o'er, Chant the joy-bells, "Living! living! press ye on to things before !" MRS. HENRY FAUSSETT. (Alessie Bond.) The Cairns of Iona. (George Herbert, Dublin.) THE OLD YEAR'S REMONSTRANCE. Mournfully, reproachfully. The fading eyes in his snow-white head Shone bright the while their lids beneath. These were the words the Old Year said I shall never forget them while I breathe :"Did you not promise when I was born"— Sadly he spoke, and not in ire"To treat me kindly-not to scorn And to pay the debts you owed my sire? Did you not vow, with an honest heart, Your unconsider'd hours to hive? And to throw no day in waste away, Of my three hundred and sixty-five? : "Did you not swear to your secret self, That the past was a time of waste and sin? But that with me, untainted yet, Wisdom and duty should begin? "Did you not oft the vow renew, That never with me should folly dwell? That, however Fate might deal with you, You'd prize me much, and use me well? That never a deed of scorn or wrath, Or thought unjust of your fellow-men, Should, while I lived, obscure your path, Or enter in your heart again? "Did you not fail ?-but my tongue is weak, I loved him little while he was here, CHARLES MACKAY. Poetical Works. (F. Warne and Co.) JANUARY 1, 1828. FLEETLY hath pass'd the year. The seasons came Sunk to the noontide slumber :-we have pluck'd When the cool wind came freshly from the hills; "God hath been very good!" 'Tis He whose hand A NEW YEAR. " 'Behold, make all things new.”—Rev. xxi. 5. This year new-born-new height, new depth, new scope; New faith to hold the leading Hand Divine, Press on, nor pause, nor grope; New love, new hope; New pity for the weakness of thy brothers; Though thorns may tear thy feet; Yea, and to bless thy soul, and keep thee strong, Heard in thy dreams, faint strains of that New Song! FREDERICK LANGBRIDGE. A NEW WORLD. "I saw a new heaven and a new earth."-Rev. xxi. 1. If we this new-born year Faith never dim It is a season for the quiet thought, And the still reckoning with thyself. The year THE strong in spiritual action need not look But they whom many failures have made tame, R. C. TRENCH. Poems. (Macmillan and Co.) A NEW-COIN'D year, fresh from the mint of GodSpend it, O heart, in service of thy King. F. L. TAKE into this new year the new-born Child, And He shall make thy heart and all things new. F. L. BEGONE, old pride, old greed, old love of self; Welcome, new faith, new hope, new charity. F. L. Lo, a new year: forget the things behind, ANOTHER year begins for thee to-day; TURN thou to Him this day, and He shall turn, And give thee back thy locust-eaten years. NEW-YEAR BELLS. I. LONG years ago when Love was lord of me, The river rushing like dark years behind, Chasing dark years gone by, and these sweet spells High overhead like memories intertwined. II. RING out again, ye bells of Battersea, Over the seaward Thames while I sit here Lamplit, with moistened eyes and hungering ear, Hopeful of what I know not, save to be, Shouted the sons of God when the first ray Showed them an infant world, and each new day Still shout they, each new year renews the call W. BELL SCOTT. (From THE ATHENÆUM, by permission.) F. L. HELP US, O God of mercy and of might, To consecrate to Thee this new-born year. F. L. HE was dead. He had gone to the rest of his race, With a sad smile frozen upon his face. rung, And my sorrowing thoughts his low requiem sung; F |