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The following lines commenced the annu-
al new years ode OF the Canandaigua Re-
positorv tor The year 1926. The author we
understand, died few weeks after the date
Of the address.


Heard YOU that knell' 1t was the knell of


Time.


Andi is Time dead' thought Time never died.
knew him old, tis true, and full of years,
And bald exceptin front;-but he was strong
As Hercules:-I saw him grasp the oak,
II fcl--the tower, it crumbled;-and the stone,
The sculptur'd monument, that mark'd the grave
of fallen greatness, ceas'd its pompous strain,
As time came by. Yes, Time was very strong,
And lad thought, too stong for Death TO CRAP


pie.


But remember now his step was light,
And though he moy'd at rapid rate, or trod
On adamant, his tread was never heard,
And there was something ghostly in the thought,
That in the silence of the midnight hour,
When all was hush'd as death, and not a sound
crept DER my chambers still, or awoke
The echo slilmbering therein such an hour
lie trod my chamber and heard him not
And have held my breath and listened close
To catch one football as he glided by;
But not slumberng sound awoke, or sgh'd,
And the thought struck me then, that one whose


step


Was so much like spirits tread, whose acts
Were all so noiscless like the world unseen,
Would soon be fit for other worlds than this
Fit for high converse with immortal minds,
Unfetter'd by the flesh, ,-unchain'd to earth.


Times movements oh how fleet! and yet


how still!


Still as the morning sunbeam, as it kiss'd
The blushing flower, but shook not cen thu


tears


Of Night, the lingering dew-dropa, from it


leaves,


Nor woke the wild-bee slumbering in its folds.