On this page
-
Text (2)
-
Untitled Article
-
Untitled Article
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software. The text has not been manually corrected and should not be relied on to be an accurate representation of the item.
-
-
Transcript
-
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software. The text has not been manually corrected and should not be relied on to be an accurate representation of the item.
Additionally, when viewing full transcripts, extracted text may not be in the same order as the original document.
Untitled Article
The Close of the Year . HOUR after hour , day after day , Another year has passed away , Mingling with thousands gone before ! Where are its blissful moments ? where Its milder joy—its dark despair ? All vanisli'd into empty air J ote
A dream- ^ a thought—a breath—no m ! Where is its Spring ? She came , —she pass'd - y Her ftowers upon the earth she cast , And left to Sum mer ' s fostering ray . Where ' s Summer ? With hei ^ light and heat She scatter ed round her perfume sweet , Then , with her gem-bespangled feet , She too , inconstant , stole away !
Then Autumn came : the valleys smil'd ; All hail'd the goddess * ' Plenty ' s Child >" And pressM her fondly io remain : She stain'd the groves with countless dies , Then bore away her annual prize , Bade Nature echo bac& her sighs , And left the world to Winter ' s reign ! While tempests veil his awful brow ,
The tyrant holds dominion now , Acid broods upon the dreary earth!——Thus Closes each successive year ; Spring , Summer , Autumn , all appear , Then Winter wimrs his bold career , Till Nature wakes again to birth . And is not such the eventful scene Of life , when tempests intervene ,
And mar our prospects of delight ? And is not Spring-tir ^ e with its fl owers Ouryouth ? our manhood Summer ' s hours ? Winter our age , whose wasting powers Warn us of Death ' s approaching night ? Yes ; k and the terrors of the tomb Are they not like the Winter ' s gloom ,
As brief , as transient , as confin e d ?— - Will not the immortal soul survive ? Will not the eternal Spring arrive ?
Will Death ' s dark storm for ever drive ? Death ' s shackles always clog the mind ? No ; God hath spoken : —man shall sleep ; His slumbers shall be dark and deep;—But light upon his eyes shall beam Again , ixt an eternal sphere , Where Winter shall not close the year , But life a living fount appear , And flow in a perpetual stream . Totne& Devon .
Untitled Article
The Close of the Year , 731
Untitled Article
Smith ' s tract published by the Devon Association * It is much to be wished that an interesting narrative of the life and writings of J . Bawn , of Frenchay , had been printed by itself , and that the answers to the objections urg-ed against Unitarians ha ! d been
Untitled Article
made a distinct tract . Both are peculiarly adapted to lead the young to see the value of knowing and serving the Lord . These hints are thrown out by one who for thirty-four years has been a Sunday-school teacher , M . S .
-
-
Citation
-
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1824, page 731, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2531/page/27/
-