The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Margaret Chandler/New Year's Eve

New Year's Eve
Night! with its thousand stars, and the deep hush That makes its darkness solemn! The winds rush In troubled music, o'er the wooded hill, And the wide plain where creeps the fetter'd rill, In wintry silence; but a softer sound Of melody from man's lit halls swells round No slumber yet to-night! the hours fleet on, With converse, song, and laughter's joyous tone; The young and gay are met in social mirth, Or the home circle gathers round the hearth, Or swelling upwards from the house of prayer, The voice of praise concludes the passing year. 'T is almost midnight now;—hark! hush!—the bell At once a note of triumph and a knell! A sudden silence—the quick breath quell'd, The speaker's voice in mute suspension held; What thousand thoughts are in that moment press'd— Past, present, future, crowding on the breast, As stroke by stroke tolls on!—and then a start— A sudden lightning of the eye and heart, A burst of joyous greeting—such as here We wish you, friends beloved—a happy year! So speeds time on! scarce seems a moment sped, Since first we hail'd the year that now has fled. So speeds time on—but hath it left no trace, That future hours shall never more efface? Go, turn to Poland! may her sons forget Their desolated fields with carnage wet? Their bright brief hopes,—their struggle, fierce and proud, With the stern despot ‘neath whose yoke they bow'd, The lightning thrill that flash'd through every breast, When wakening freedom waved her eagle crest, Their hopes upspringing almost from despair, And burning with a short illusive glare, Soon to be quench'd in blood? Oh, God of Peace! Must such wild scenes of carnage never cease? Is blood “pour'd out like water,” still to be The price of man's high yearning to be free? Woe for the tyrant's selfishness and pride, That hath to man his holiest rights denied! Is life too poor in ills?—hath death so scant His fearful quiver stored, that man should pant To give the earth red graves? Ah! when shall right Her nobler triumphs seek by moral light, And learn that e'en the sweets of liberty Are bought, with slaughter, at a price too high?

And when shall our own banner cease to wave Its starry folds in mockery o'er the slave? Oh! blot upon our land, and heavy shame That e'er Columbia should bear such name!—. That men, like beasts, should be enslaved and sold For a base pittance of mere sordid gold; That women's limbs beneath the scourge should bleed, The swollen pomp of luxury to feed; And in the freest nation known on earth, The licensed thief invade the household hearth; The purest, best affections of the heart, And the strong ties of kindred rend apart, And seizing, fiend-like, on his helpless prey, Tear them forever from their homes away. Oh, when shall tyrants learn that human veins Bear pulses that were never made for chains: And loose their links before the oppress'd one's band Becomes a deadly weapon in his hand! Our brethren found it such;—in southern halls, The cold damp foot of desolation falls; Young gladsome eyes that late were sparkling bright, With the free spirit's joyous gush of light, Mothers made happy by the bursts of glee From the gay creatures grouped about their knee, The brow of hoary eld—all, all are there, With the pale look of anguish and despair: Or, smitten rudely to the reeking earth, Have deluged with their blood their own loved hearth. Alas, alas, for them! alas, for those Who still in white-lipp'd terror wait their foes! And woe for all the oppressors’ haughty guilt, And the fresh blood his vengeful hand hath spilt! Oh, Heaven! in mercy yield them yet a space To speak with tears of penitence thy grace! Touch their steel'd hearts with thy dissolving love, And their vile stains of prejudice remove, That they may learn, upon the negro's face, A brother's lineaments at last to trace; And strike away the soul-degrading chains Which long have hung upon his swollen veins; That mad relentless hatred may no more Flood the red earth with streams of mingled gore, And other new years o'er our country rise, With brighter aspect and more cloudless skies.