10 THE YOUTH’S CABINET. es The Time-Piece. A NEW YEARS THOUGHT. BY WM. OLAND BOURNE, Tick! tick! tick! How swift the moments go! Tick! tick! tick! How rapid the minutes flow! They come and they pass! They sparkie and fiy! The sands in the glass Cease running for aye! Tick ! tick! tick! How swift the pulses beat! Tick! tick! tick! The throbs of the heart repeat! - The young blood leaps Full of life in the veins! The young heart keeps In the lightest of strains ! No thought of the morrow— Of sadness or sorrow— Of labor and care— Of sin and its snare— Of danger and trial— Of stern self-denial— Of anxious sighs— Of doubt— Of unheard cries— Or storms and darkness round about. One ! With a dolorous tone This sound alone Falls deep on the ear of night! Is the town-clock right ? Has an hour so swiftly sped ? Gone by with the silent dead? And the New Year come to birth To haste o’er the rolling earth, And after a while in its turn to die, With the ashes of hope in its urn to lie! Two! The moaning winds are sad! Ding! dong! With its accents strong It speaks to the good and bad ! Two worlds—two lives—two ways— This world and that to come! This life and giory’s home: One path that leads from heaven, And one to us is given To lead us on in Faith’s celestial rays! Tick! tick! tick ! Swiftly the hours are flying! Tick ! tick! tick! How swiftly we are dying ! Yet we hail the Year Which shall lay us by- For we do not fear We shall this year die ! «“ Oh, not for me shall the angel call!” Is the voice of hope and the cry of all! Tick ! tick! tick! Let the year to Gon be given! Tick! tick! tick! Let it take us near to heaven! In the path of peace— In the strength of hope— Where the portals ope Which shall never cease ! One! Two! THREE! The year is on its way ! | Oh, Farner ! let me be Thy servant every day ! And when this Life’s Old Year Has passed, and I shall hear The Angel call my waiting soul, Let me with THEE be found, Where glory circles round, And Heaven’s New Year in endless bliss shall roll ! LOWVILLE, N. ¥.