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Of Memory, and Hope, and Peace, and Youth;
And you, ye stars, which on my brow pour out
Forever burning; or, the living eyes
Of seraph-hosts, that round his mighty throne,
Star after star ceaseth to shine on high,
How like a knell upon the thoughtful mind,
How like a dirge upon the wearied heart,
Sinks the deep cadance of those mournful words, ANOTHER YEAR HATH FLED!-Gone! - it is gone! With all its smiles and tears, - its woes and joys! Gone with all its anguish, which hath wrung the heart; Gone with its rapture, which hath made earth Heaven; Its hopes and dreams, its sighs and agonies,—
Its weariness and bitterness of life,
Its yearnings for a happier world to come.
Spring, with her forest-plume and em'rald fields,
Hath fled, but, upon ev'ry brow its recording
Yet, Love, the phoenix, from his ashy grave
Again shall rise! Hope's flowers shall bloom and wave Around Despair's dark tomb! Ambition's torch, Rekindled and relumed, more brightly burn;
And human hearts will dream, as they have dreamed, And they will bleed, as they have bled before.
Upon Time's vestal altar ever flames
His sacrificial fires, consuming hopes,
And joys, and youth · to be renew'd no more.
Through some deserted chamber of each breast,
The year hath passed! And, as with all mankind And the fair forms of Nature, it hath passed
Is sternly set; and change succeedeth change.
One thing alone, in all our life, is sure;
One thing alone is changeless, that is Death!
We do not know the laws which rule our being, Nor can we pierce that deep, mysterious veil, Which shrouds our destiny and its design.
But this we know, that as hath been, will be,
The shriek of sorrow, and the wail of woe,
The knell of death,- bereavement, and despair, And stifled moans of anguish'd human hearts.
And this we know,
that God's vast Universe
Is sway'd by sov'reignty unchanging, — just;
But list! From the lone turret of yon sacred Fane,
The self-same mournful tones, Time's iron tongue
The heavy boom of a funereal knell!
THE YEAR IS DEAD!
And now, the midnight hour is come,
The spirit-hosts are forth! Illusive voices, -
Of the sad watcher fall; and whispers seek him
Of Death's spectral flood; and pale, sweet faces,
On the mystic wave an instant linger, -
Which shrouds the tomb, they melt- they melt forever!
Her magic halls; and all those visions,
Of that mournful bell read to the lonely watcher, -
That, ere long, Time shall to each,
As to the year now in Oblivion buried,
THE MAGNETIC TELEGRAPH.
With her twin-sister Art, hath sealed th' Empyrean!
Hath destined Space and Time to be no more!
Over land, o'er sea,-o'er mountain, stream, and vale,—
'Mid storm and tempest, fleets the electric spell :Then to its home, through earth's deep entrails, speeds Backward in fiery circuit to its rest;
While earth's green bosom doth itself evolve
Magnetic flame to light the flashing line!
No more the viewless couriers of the winds
Are emblems of the messengers of mind.
The speed of sound, — the speed of light surpass'd,
The speed of thought, - Mind's magnetism,—
And th' omnipotent power of Fancy's flight,
Swifter than earth upon its axle whirl'd,
Swifter than Time, - for Time itself's outsped, -