Ka Nupepa Kuokoa, Volume X, Number 52, 30 December 1871 — New Years Hymn. [ARTICLE]

New Years Hymn.

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1 Year of marvels ! how they awell! Startling earth, and heaven and hell! Signs awaking earnest thought On the wonders God has wrought; God the King who Reigns on high t King Supreme of earth and sky— Trerable lest this Mighty God Lift His hand and by His nod Loud proclaim from sky to sea, Heaven and earth shajj pass away. 2 Hark! glad notes float on the breeze ; Warring kingdoms are at peaee. Pruf?sia enn conquors all alone, l' rance, the Empire is oe'r thrown Proud and mighty in the past, Fallen, humbled at the last. See ! the Prussians enter Paris ! Day of shouting songs of gladness ! Signed with speed the terms of peaee, Both consent that war shall cease. 3 But lo ! comes a rebel rumor, The weaker part is in ill-humor. So they fight to see who'll wi'n, Those without, or those withiti. Paris says, the kingdpm r s mine, Mine the power with whieh to shine, Those without refuse and frown, And charge to put the rebels down, The fighting rages furioasly, And both sides fight most curious!y. Blood-like rivers floods the streets, And corpse lay in heap on heaps. Royal domes in ashes lie, Flames ascending reach the sky. God reraembers now anew The night of Saint Bartholomew. See the hosts with armor gory Marching in with pomp and glory f Kebellion and the fighting cease, And onee more waves the flag of peaee, The parties now unite again, And France pursues her altered reign. 4 Hark! sad nevvs flies thro' the street, The iee bergs hold the whaling fleet, Fast in the everlasting iee, What power to rescue ean suffice ? Ovvuers and sailors weep their loss, Escaped with life they flee to us, We weep with them ihe loss of oil, The broken ships and all the spoil. And wherefore this so sad disaster? lt is a \varning from the Master. 5 Hark again ! heaT bells and cries; Clouds of smoke oe'r-spread the skies. Flames burst forth, the heavens are blazing! Crowds in terror rushmg, gazing ! In a twinkling proud Chicago Lies in ashes, whelmed in sorrow. Thousands fly with wildest scream3, &eeking to eaeape fhe flames. Homes and shops and spires are burning; Scenes appal)ing ! angels wondering ! Poor and homeless, desolate; Pity and compassionate. Wanderers, worldly plans all quashed ; Broken-hearted, hopes all dashed. 6 See again, the flames are sweeping ! Crowds are crying, flying, leaping F rom the fires upon the prairies, Burning towns, and woods, and dairies, Mingling with the burning cinders Lowing herds and wailing masters. Terror seizes great and small, Wrath seems hanging over all. Day of judgment, is il nigh, Buming earth and sea and sky ? Riches vanish, and for what ? For God's goodness ? for his wrath On the devoteeB to mirth, To the treasures of the earth ? 7 Hush ! soft gales bright hopes are blowing, Gifts on gifts aTe warmly flowing Like a sea from far and neaT, From roused Europe now so dear, From Hawaii's small domain, Linked with them in love's gold ehain. Now pulsation is reviving, Now from ashes walls are rising; Now glad sounds aloud proclaim, Burned Chicago thrives again. MarvelJoas goodness of our God ! j Pr&Īße Him for His chastening rod. He chastises for our sin; Ttius New Year we begin. Showers of best gifts descend From begim»iag to the end. Happy Xew Ym one and all Oa Ttsllvng bt\\. Hx-wah.