To whom the very Heavens themselves appear Her most enchanting pean in the sky: To creep along some dark and gloomy mine, Or with an eye that never shed a tear On the poor widow's or the orphan's bier, Alike can see the careworn mother go, The parting tear still glistening in her eyes, Implanted in her bosom from above, E On the dear babe that she has left behind, Heart-rending thoughts revolving through her mind How will her darling in her absence fare? Who to her child will lend a mother's care? But though the all-absorbing love of gold Has often robbed the poor man's scanty fold, With reeking death, that lays its thousands low,— Thank God, His light shall yet illumine all Who prostrate at the shrine of Mammon fall; His all on earth and in eternity. Tines COMPOSED JANUARY 1ST, 1866. "Think we, or think we not, time hurries on With a resistless unremitting stream; Yet treads more soft than e'er did midnight thief And carries off the prize. NOTHER year is past and gone, Yet yonder sun is still the same, And shines as brightly as it shone When God first lighted up its flame. The stars give out as clear a light, And glitter in the vaulted sky, To meet their glorious queen on high. BLAIR. The earth upon its axis rolls As when its motion first began, And from the centre to the poles, But where are our forefathers now? Where are the mighty men of old? Who will their dark sepulchres show? The ravages of death unfold? Where are the orators who made The despot King to quake with fear? His citadel in ruins laid, And summoned Freedom to appear? Where are the boasted works of man, The wonders of the ages past? Like him, their day is but a span, Like him, they fall to dust at last! And so 'twill be-a few more years And we too shall be dust again, While yonder heavens, with all their spheres, Their pristine glory shall retain. Yea, like a meteor, we shall pass From this unchanging world away; Like to the withering, wasting grass, The flower that blooms but for a day. Then shall we not improve the year, To God's unerring precepts bow, And nobly do our duty here, The work assigned to us below? |