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
Harmoniously unfurled-
Bright vision of eternal youth,
Eternal as the God of truth.
Honolulu, Dec. 31st.