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Poem
January 4, 1828
Winchester Virginia Republican
Winchester, Virginia
What is this article about?
A poetic New Year's address from the carriers of the Winchester Republican to their patrons, reflecting on the fleeting nature of time, the follies of ambition and vice, the importance of virtue and prudence, and hope for an eternal rest in bliss.
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POETICAL.
ADDRESS
Of the carriers of the Winchester Republican,
TO THEIR PATRONS.
While thousands are mourning that time is so fleeting,
And mope away life in complaining and gloom,—
We bring to our patrons a holiday greeting,
Content with the joys that our bosoms illume.
Though humble our stations and coupled with toils,
We're free from the cares of Ambition and Pride;
And our tempers, unvexed with political broils,
In the channels of peace and tranquillity glide.
There is nought in the scramble for riches and place,
But bitterness, envy, vexation and strife;
And when they are compassed, if free from disgrace,
They often diminish the pleasures of life.
Like the peaks of the mountains, in glory arrayed,
Their pomp is alluring when seen from afar;
But those traverses to dangers and toils are beset,
And the glare of a meteor mistake for a star!
Of the swiftness of Time is it wise to complain,
When even the skeptical churl will agree
That Death to the good is a refuge from pain,
And that life is at best but a perilous sea?
The part then that Prudence and Wisdom perform,
Is still by the magnet of Virtue to steer—
In sunlight and calm—and in darkness and storm,
Till the evergreen shores of elysium appear!
Tis meet, as in fancy we hang on the verge
Of the terrible gulf where the vanishing year
Is swelling eternity's fathomless surge,
And the charms of the beautiful Months disappear,—
That we fearlessly glance o'er the rolls of the past,
And our motives and actions impartially scan—
Correct what is wrong—and prepare for each blast
That sweeps over life as a trial to man.
The clouds of Disaster that darken our skies,
And mingle their bane with the streams of our joy,
Too oft from our guilty corruptions arise,
And the blooms of our health with our virtues destroy.
Like children regardless of blessings we hold,
And thoughtless of dangers when follies allure,—
For glittering deceits we relinquish our gold,
And grasp at delusions malignant and impure.
Be henceforth our sighs and our murmurs suppressed—
And as swiftly we post down the current of Time,
Let us faithfully look to the land of our rest,
Discarding the bondage of passion and crime:—
And when the last sand of our journey is run,
And our spirits emerge from the night of the tomb,
May they all be as glorious and bright as the sun,
And forever abide in pavilions of bloom!
January 1, 1828.
ADDRESS
Of the carriers of the Winchester Republican,
TO THEIR PATRONS.
While thousands are mourning that time is so fleeting,
And mope away life in complaining and gloom,—
We bring to our patrons a holiday greeting,
Content with the joys that our bosoms illume.
Though humble our stations and coupled with toils,
We're free from the cares of Ambition and Pride;
And our tempers, unvexed with political broils,
In the channels of peace and tranquillity glide.
There is nought in the scramble for riches and place,
But bitterness, envy, vexation and strife;
And when they are compassed, if free from disgrace,
They often diminish the pleasures of life.
Like the peaks of the mountains, in glory arrayed,
Their pomp is alluring when seen from afar;
But those traverses to dangers and toils are beset,
And the glare of a meteor mistake for a star!
Of the swiftness of Time is it wise to complain,
When even the skeptical churl will agree
That Death to the good is a refuge from pain,
And that life is at best but a perilous sea?
The part then that Prudence and Wisdom perform,
Is still by the magnet of Virtue to steer—
In sunlight and calm—and in darkness and storm,
Till the evergreen shores of elysium appear!
Tis meet, as in fancy we hang on the verge
Of the terrible gulf where the vanishing year
Is swelling eternity's fathomless surge,
And the charms of the beautiful Months disappear,—
That we fearlessly glance o'er the rolls of the past,
And our motives and actions impartially scan—
Correct what is wrong—and prepare for each blast
That sweeps over life as a trial to man.
The clouds of Disaster that darken our skies,
And mingle their bane with the streams of our joy,
Too oft from our guilty corruptions arise,
And the blooms of our health with our virtues destroy.
Like children regardless of blessings we hold,
And thoughtless of dangers when follies allure,—
For glittering deceits we relinquish our gold,
And grasp at delusions malignant and impure.
Be henceforth our sighs and our murmurs suppressed—
And as swiftly we post down the current of Time,
Let us faithfully look to the land of our rest,
Discarding the bondage of passion and crime:—
And when the last sand of our journey is run,
And our spirits emerge from the night of the tomb,
May they all be as glorious and bright as the sun,
And forever abide in pavilions of bloom!
January 1, 1828.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Verse Letter
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
Religious Faith
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
New Years Address
Carriers Greeting
Time Fleeting
Virtue Prudence
Eternal Rest
Poem Details
Title
Address Of The Carriers Of The Winchester Republican, To Their Patrons.
Subject
New Year's Holiday Greeting To Patrons
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
While Thousands Are Mourning That Time Is So Fleeting,
And Mope Away Life In Complaining And Gloom,—
We Bring To Our Patrons A Holiday Greeting,
Content With The Joys That Our Bosoms Illume.
The Part Then That Prudence And Wisdom Perform,
Is Still By The Magnet Of Virtue To Steer—
In Sunlight And Calm—And In Darkness And Storm,
Till The Evergreen Shores Of Elysium Appear!
And When The Last Sand Of Our Journey Is Run,
And Our Spirits Emerge From The Night Of The Tomb,
May They All Be As Glorious And Bright As The Sun,
And Forever Abide In Pavilions Of Bloom!