Evening Star Newspaper, January 2, 1865, Page 5

, - Washington City, January 1, 1865. fe A = i : a Hail the New Yzar, that brings: Nor this alone, though still supreme is this; Bs =f oe \. Joy on its snowy wings! _ Of all things have we very much to tell; A Bs ae : No corner of the busy world we miss, ves se) Where pleasures dwell, it e Peace to the Orp Yxar, dead; Or profits that may render you more gay, AN Green laurel crowns his head ! More wise, more rich, in each declining day ! é S \" Back through his reign we look, ; \' " | And, in the solemn book VIL > =e Of History, write his deeds, Take from our friends ‘THE Stak,” Vi Wy \ Which, now, the proud world reads, And what remains? i Which, still, through many an age, A night, drear glooming far x . From page to kindling page, O’er desert plains— aE Shall teach that right is strong A wild, surf-beaten shore, yt iy To crush the boastful wrong! Moaning and chill, =I Which phantom clouds glide o’er, ht i III. epee kot NRO “<s ae. Picturing ill! Ba = But, the Old Year is History’s now, not ours; we "- y We with the present, only, have to do, ‘ VILL. CN G.. And dedicate, in full, our humble powers, But give “Tue Star ”and lo! IQ). e Dear friends, to you! The desert smiles! M3 iy: a Iv The ocean’s sand, aglow, ad 5 x iz j Laughs to her isles! -& Late in the afternoon, or early night— -e At every step are shells, we Sten lid} i Pas 9 —_ In summer, courting some luxurious shade F : ! 8 2 With rainbow hues, y In winter, warm before the coal-fire’s light— AGL) <o Wie QO And each, in whispers, tells Do we invade a ; Some strange, sweet news! De Your quietness, with ever-welcome noise: ‘‘Great Union Victory!” cry the Carrier Boys! “il IX. We are the Childrenof “Tue Srar,” who bring Its light on rapid wirg, d You longer lounging in the dreamful rest ? Bhs ao, Seinen sotlendewi il the town! “~~ What wine, what game, what book, though sought again, No iene totene ae <x si we a <7 V. Then what cigar so fragrant, to detain UB, gan = What charming guest ? xX. in ti Yea, the god wife herself, and playful child, Is well our mission done? Your kind eyes say: i: Are to your rapt, deep reading reconciled. “Tat SHALL BE ANSWERED ON THE New Yxar’s Day!” ‘ ~ The Carrier Boys. oe e&0 2s S~L5 Bae ct 2 9 S eee eS, © 2-5 OS Se sonata Cao teeta SoS see tos) es oS FD S 90) ¥? 4 S 6 S S > S G)