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Beautiful carol for the new year

                            THE

Beautiful Carol for the New Year !

            COMMONLY CALLED

Life a Journey, or Meditations on a Milestone.

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PSAL. xc. 9, 19. We spend our years as a tale
                            that is told. So teach us to
                            number our days, that we
                            may apply our hearts unto
                            wisdom.

ECCIES. xi. 9. Rejoice, O young man, in
                            thy youth, and walk in the
                            ways of thine heart, and in
                            the sight of thine eyes ; but
                            know thou, that for all these
                            things God will bring thee
                            into judgment.

ECCLES. xii. 1. Remember now thy Creator
                            in the days of thy youth
                            while the evil days come
                            not, nor the years draw
                            nigh, when thou shalt say,
                            I have no pleasure in them

MARK xiii. 32, Of that day and that hour
                            &c.knoweth no man : take ye
                            heed, watch and pray ; for ye
                            know not when the time is ;
                            watch ye therefore, lest
                            coming suddenly he find
                            you sleeping.

Eph. v. 11. Awake thou that sleepest
                            and arise from the dead, and
                            Christ shall give thee light.

Luke xii.37,40 Blessed are those servants
                            whom the Lord when he
                            cometh shall find watching.
                            Be ye therefore ready, for
                            the Son of Man cometh in
                            an hour when ye think not.

PROV. iii. 13,17.Happy is the man that find
                            eth wisdom, her ways are
                            ways of pleasantness, and all
                            her paths are peace.

James i. 5 If any of you lack wisdom
                            1 Cor. i. 30. let him ask of God, and it
                            shall be given him. Chris t
                            is made unto us wisdom

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JOURNEYING onward in my ways
Many a weary path I've trod,
And have watch'd with eager gaze
All the milestones on the road.

Mark'd so much my journey's gone,
Joyful at the distance past :
Fresh in spirits travell'd on,
Hoping, pressing for the last.

If the slow retiring sun
Told me fast the day declin'd,
Urg'd to haste, I walk'd, I run,
Lest I darksome night should find —

Life's a journey ! let me well
Mark its progress and decay :
New-year's-days, like milestones tell
How I speed me on my way.

Fifteen, twenty, forty, gone !
How much now of life remains ?
Can I thoughtless travel on,
Full of joys, or full of pains ?

Does the day of life but dawn,
Like the brilliant rising sun ?
Gilding all the dew-dropp'd lawn,
With sparkling hopes, and frolic fun.

Let me joy in life's gay prime,
Snuff the balmy breathing air,
Youth declares, I'll frisk the time,
Banish sorrow, banish care.

Thus with heedless giddy feet
Blythe they sport gay flowers among :
Pluck the rose, and sip the sweet,
As if they should be ever young.

Thus they pleasures gay pursue,
Fleeting pleasures that deceive ;
Butterflies of tempting hue,
Which of rest and time bereave.

Giddy, sportive youth, beware,
Life's a journey passing on :
Have ye years of life to spare ?
Much already's idly gone.

Mark ye not the milestone years,
Noting time quite past away ;
Eighteen, twenty see appears ;
Do you still but toy and play.

Nay, be serious, friends, be wise,
Days and years will ne'er return ;
If ye counsel will despise,
Ye shall one day deeply mourn.

See another busy train,
Farther on the path of life,
Toiling o'er the sun burnt plain,
Full of bustle and of strife.

Youth's gay frolic they despise,
Laughing toying smiles and jokes :
Grave they seem and think they're wise,
Solid, steady, busy folks.

Since it flies away in haste,
Life's best time they better spend ;
Quite enough has gone to waste,
Up they rise their pace to mend.

Bustling see the busy crew
Much they bargain, buy and hoard ;
Much they toil with what they do,
Scarcely time to eat afford.

Milestone after milestone past,
Thirty, forty, still they plod :
Scarcely noting with what haste
They are getting on the road.

And while thus they toil for wealth,
Break their rest with earking care ;
Undermine their wasting health,
Nor for heav'n or death prepare.

While they see their stores encrease,
While in heaps their treasure lies ;
Tho' they lose all joy and peace,
They account themselves as wise.

E'en their worldly wisdom's small,
Grasping much they nought enjoy ;
While they scrape to get it all,
Their own comfort they destroy.

Youthful pleasures they forsake,
Wiser their maturer mind :
Yet but play-things still they make,
Only of a dearer kind.

Bags of gold, and flasks of wine,
Beauty, honors, more may cost ;
May more bright than rattles shine,
But ike them, must soon be lost.

Man can ne'er be truly wise,
Tho' he full his time employ,
If he grovel here nor rise
Up tow'rds heav'n and endless joy.

Treasure ! 'tis not worth the name,
Which a man to leave is sure ;
That which always is the same,
That is good which will endure.

What with all their toil and care,
Gain they, Sweltering on the road ?
What but grief, and dark despair,
While they sink beneath their load ?

But who yonder travel slow,
Where the sixteeth milestone stands ?
Stooping downwards as they go,
Weak their knees and trembling hands.

Short the space that now remains,
Life's long journey's almost done
See them tot'ering o'er the plains,
Verging tow'rds the setting sun.

Life ! ah, what is life to such ?
Scarcely can they taste or breathe
Yet they seem to love it much,
Tho' they hasten down to death.

Life ! ah, what has living been,
Gay or gainful, bright or sad ?
If they've liv'd their days in sin,
Gain is folly, joy is mad.

Old age crown'd with righteousness,
Is an honourable state ;
When they trust the Saviour's grace,
And for full enjoyment wait.

But when sinking in the grave,
Powers and all enjoyments lost,
Still if found vile passion's slave ;
Still by rage and fury tost ;

Still deform'd by every vice ;
Swearing, drunkenness, and lust ;
Down they sink, and in a trice
Burn in hell, by sentence just.

Life's a journey, did I say ?
Rough and dark the way appears,
And as milestones mark the way,
So the quick revolving years.

Let us stop this NEW-YEAR'S-DAY,
Stop and ask about our road ;
Let's examine well our way ;
'Ere we give account to God.

Say how many miles have past,
How much life has run to waste
Can the road much longer last,
Do not years full quickly haste ?

What's the path we travel in,
Leads it well to heav'n and God
Or the downward way of sin,
Full of Satan's dark abode ?

Life's a journey, sinner see,
Warning milestones bid you stop ;
Tho' you young or aged be,
Seek the Saviour, there is hope.

Soon your last, last year shall dawn,
This perhaps that now begins ;
Sad your case, distrest, forlorn,
If it find you dead in sins.

Life's a journey, mind your way,
Fast let every milestone come,
Nor regard, tho' dull the day,
So ye safely reach your home.

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