From the New-York Advertiser. TO THE DYING YEAR.
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 Thou desolate and dying year Emblem of transitory man, Whose wearisome and wild career, Like thine is bounded to span 1t seems but as little day

 Since nature smiled upon thy birth, And spring came forth in fair array, To dance upon the joyous earth. Iet-yet the radiance IS not gone

 Which shed rchnes Der the scene, Which smiled upon the golden dawn When skies were brilliant and serene Oh! still melancholy smile

 Cleans upon natures aspect fair, To charm the eye little while, Ere ruin spread his mantle there. Thou desolate and dying year

 Since Time entwined thy vernal wreath, How often love hath shedthe lear And knelt beside the bed of death: How many hearts, that lightly sprung When joy was blooming hat t4-.i'A, Their finest chords by death unstrung, Have yielded lile's expiring srgIi. And pilowed low beneath the clay,

 Have ceased to melt-to breatl-to burn, The proud, the gentle and the gay,

 Gathered into the mouldering urn. Whist freshly flowed the frequent tear For love berefl-affection fled For all that were our blessings here,

 The loved-the iost-the sa.nted dead Thou desolate and dying year,

 Prophetic of our final fall Thy buds are gone-thy leaves are sere,- Thy beauties shrouded in the pail; And all the garniture that shed

 A brilliancy upon thy prime,. Hath, like morning vision, fled

 To the expanded grave of Time. Time Time In thy triumphal flight How all life's phantoms fleet away The smile of Hope-aud young Delight, Fame's meteor beam-aad Fancy's ray They fade-and on thy heavlng tide, Rolling its stormy waves atar, Are bolne the wrecks of human pride, The broken wrecks of Fortunes war. Thou desolate and dying year!

 Earth's brightest pleasures fade like thine; Like eyen,ng shadows disappear, And leave the spirit to repine. The st cam of life thai used to pour Its fresh and sparkling waters on While Fate stood watching on the shore Aol. xoll sI,o Where hath the morning splendour flown Whchdanced upon that chrystal stream Where are the joys to childhood known, When life is an enchanted dream? Enveloped in the starless night Which destiny hath overspread, Enrolled upon that tracklcss flight,

 Where the dark wing of Time hath sped. Oh! thus hath life it's even tide

 Of sorrow, lonelines and grief; And thus, divested of it's pride,

 hwithers like the yellow leaf! oh! such is life's autumnal bower,

 When pluudered of it's summer bloom! Ano such IS Nse's autumnal hour,

 which heraids man unto the tomb. 