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ON THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE
MY DEAR PATRONS : WOW R glorious thing_it is to
he a Poet! And whii is there among the vgry select
few to whom Nature has granted her choicest been,—
the "gift divine of Poesy,"—that is not proud of it,
and that is not eternally writing, and afterwards eter
nally talking about Av. 3vrites? Poetry, I must
confess, and I hope 1 do it wi:h becoming modesty, is
my particular vanity.-4t is with me far above the empty
vanity of " wearing good clothes" and such trifles.—
Your, Carrier must be a poet,--"'t is his vocation"—
and I have been patiently waiting this occasion to let
myself out stropg in something original, unique and
brillianctor your especial edification and amusement.
I have beon for the last week boiling like a, teapot
With inspiration, and felt just "in the vein" for throw.
ing ofi a grand Naticinal'Poem, as long and as 'warlike
as the President's Message.. I meant to go with my
darling Muse clear down to the Rio Grande to "see
the elephant," which has so excited the curiosity of
our allant o follow ourd2ring Ea4lo.as
ghe p umes er ight tor 5.1 40 and Ca i oinia—and of
course I shoula have been with " the b-hoys" who
are going to " revel in the halls ef the Moe
But the fates were against me—l sat down to write,
but oh, such hd'rrid pens and pale ink.! As a young
lady once shrewdly remarked no one can spell correctly.
or write gramma ically with bad pens and bad ink.—
'And id - write poetry with such Materials, is beyond .the
highest effort el genius—it can't ho done. l'he very
— attempt throw me into such a nervous Chill, that the
poetic inspirafionovanished Aistanterg
But 1 wasn't to be fooled b' any such provoking, cir
cumstance. I was ,deterrisned the readers of the
Herald' sholild have ellifsitleal New li - ear's Address,
and a first-rate one too: So I coolly turned to my port
-10.110 and took ont a gem by Pamerice—by the ward - ry
you know PRENTICE, of the Louisville Journal, The
keenest wit of the agel--I--have often told Pamrricz,
that this poem makes his fame immortal. Thinks I
if the patrons el the ' Herald'&can bo satisfied with
anything less than-a production of my own, it will be
this. So 1 adopted it for the, occasion. It isypon the
"Close of the iear." There are some ..vmylaalerna -
reflections connected with the close of the year, espe
cially to me. I shall feel very solemn this evening, l
am sure, dear Patrons, if 1. do not realize your usual
liberality to-day ; and if I don't et a pretty good pile of
" 331 . 1.YR5," "QUARTERS " and' " zevirs,h my poetry
will be i
vory nearly U knocked into fits." This is a
very distressing apprehension, but I am sure I do you
injustice by entertaining it for a moment. But the
truth is " filtity lucre" will sometimes obtrude upon a
Poet's thoughts. .Excase the weakness, .and while
you've got your purse out, I,et• me invite your , attention
to my adopted Poem, and subscribe myself
_Annually "yours ta sarve,"
GEORGE L. GOUGHER.
Falan anaM:2. CIMPISEE2 Trit3i
Gone ! gone forever !—Liko a rushing wave,
Another year has burst upon the shore
Of earthly being—and its last loiv tones,
Wandering in brokenlaccentson - the air,
Are dying to an echo,
, Weep.not that time
. • hi passing on—it will ere long reveal
• A brighter era to the nation.--Hark !
Thegay Spring Along the vales and mountains tat the earth
There is a deep,- - portentous murmuring
With ito young tharnis has gone,—gone with its leaves,
Like the swift rush of subterranean streams,
' Its
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of roses—its white clepijs: , -____
• Or like the mingled sounds of earth an air Sliimbefing like seraphaiii die air—its I..iilif . . •
'When the fierce tempest, with sonorous wing;
Tolling their loves in music—and its streams
Leaping and shouting from the up-piled rocks . Heaves his keep folds upon the rushing winds,
And hurries onward with.his night of clouds
To make earth echo with the joy of waves.
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And Stammer, 'with its dews and showers, has gone; - Agaiest the eternal moentaing. 'Tie The voice
. Of infant Friennou—and her stirring call •
Its rainbows glowing on the distant eldud, '•
Is heard and answered in a thousand tones '-
Like spirits of the storm—its peaceful lakes . . From every hill - top of her western home— -
Smiling in, their sweet sleep, as if their dreams
. And lo! it breaks across old Ocean's flood—
Wog) of the opening ilewars, and budding trees ', -,,, -,
Add " Frinevore!" " FREED:tie !" is the answering
And' overhanging sky—and its bright mists - •,,
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Resting upon the mountain tops as crowns .
Upon the heads of giants. Autumn; too, -- 01 nations staffing from the spell of years.
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Has gone with all itkdeeper glories—gone Th e - day-spring l—seeitis brightening in the heavens i
With its green bills, like altars of the world The 'watchmeci - of the night have caught-the-sign—
Lifting their fruit'efferirigs to. their God— • • prom towerto tower the Signal-fires - flash free--
Its cold winds straying mid the forest aisles . 7 - And the deep watchAVard, like the rush of seas
Toles/ice their thousand wind harps—its serener, • That herslds the volcano's bursting flame . ,
And holy sunsets hangisto'ar the West,- , . .Is soulaing on the earth. Bright years of Hope .
Like banners from.the,battleinents'efleaven— And Life are en the wing!—Y v on gllirious bow, °
--bud its still eveniegs, viten' the sea , Of Ereatlon.i,,hendetfihy the hand of God, ~ • ~ •
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BY GEORGE D. I:RENTICE
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JANUARY 1, 1847. ,
--Nor-have they -t .
01. Passion have 4(
Is chill or. many a
With fires that set
Like angels from '
In file's youno• ' moi
• The poetry ofnatui
The woven sound:
Upon the night an
In silence to the th._ ape,
That roved forever on the_bouyant winds,
Like bright, starry bird of Paradise,
And chanted to the ever listening heart
In the wild music of a thousand tongues,
Qr soai•etrinto the open sky, until •
Night's heroin , * gems seemed jewelled on her brow,
Has shut her Looping wino. and made her home -
Ilithin the voiceless sepulchre. And Love, .
That knelt at Passion's holiest shrine, and gazed
On his heart's idol as on some sweet star,
:Whose: purity and distance make it dear,
And dreamed of ecstacies untikthis soul •
Seemed but a lyre, that wakened in the glance
'.ollhe..behaved one—he too is gone
To hie eternal rusting place. And where
Is stern Ambitiow-te who triailly•grasped
At Glory!s 'Beefing phantom—he who sought
His fame upon the battle-field and long - ed
To make his throbd a pyramid elbones
Amid rt . :3es of blood? He too has gone!
His stormy voice is mute—his mighty arm
, la nerveless en its clod—his very name -
Is but a •meteor of the - night of•years
illtioeo gloom.; flashed out a moment &el the Earth
And faded into nothingness. The dream
Or high devotion—beauty's bright array--
And life's-deep idol memories—allhavo passed -.
Like the - clondshadows on a star-light stream, •
Or a stream of soft music when the winds
Are slunibering on the billow.
Yet why muse
Upon the past with sorrow ? Though the year
.bias-gone -to-blend with - thrrn - pterious tide'
Of old Eternity, and birno along
Upon its heaving breast ate thousand wrecks
01 glory and of beauty—yet, why mourn. •
That such is destiny? Another year
Succeodeth to the past—in their bright round
The seasons come and go—the same blue arch
That hath hung o'er us, will hang o'er us yet— -
The same pure stars that we have loved to watch
Will blossom still at twilight's gentle hour, •
Like lilies on the tomb of Day—and still •
Man will remairi, to dream as he hath dreamed
And mark the earth with passion. •Love will spring
From the lone tomb of old affections—Hope,
And Joy,far.d . great Ambition, will rise up ' •
As they have risen—and their deeds will be
Brighter than those ongraven on the 'scroll .
Of parted centuries.. Even now the sea
'Of coming years,. beneath whose mighty waves
Life's great events are.heaving into birth,
Is tossing to and fro, as.il the winds
Of Heaven were 'prisoned in its soundless depths,
And struggling to-be free.'
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