Reflections On the Close of the Year 1845
The Friend, Honolulu: January, 1846 Edition
Momentous thought! another year
Has winged its rapid flight,
'Tis past with all its sights and scenes
Forever from our sight-
'Tis gone with all its hopes and fears-
Its joys and sorrows-smiles and tears.
Vail mortals! insects of an hour,
How fleeting is your life,
How hard you toil for wealth and power,
All eager for the strife;
Why would ye grasp an empty name
A tyrant's or a miser's fame?
My youth's companions, where are ye?
And thou, the fondly loved-
The world's a dreary waste to me
Since from your midst I roved;
Have ye run out life's latest sands,
Or gone like me to foreign lands?
Alas! for many a saddened heart
Will mourn the year that's gone,
To whom the world can ne'er impart
The joys forever flown;
Nor bring them back, the loved-the lost-
The beautiful-the parent's boast.
Blest is the man whose mental eye,
Looks far beyond the world,
He sees the glories of the sky
Bright vision of eternal youth,
Eternal as the God of truth.
Honolulu, Dec. 31st.