Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1826-02-07
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THE FARM HOUSE

?, IS mere one lot III human life which Hea,n
-, .1'S dressed with perfect happiness, aud is
&c n"e'e ""ght OF JOY unmingled, fel, OH earth?
IL mere Is one; ono happy spot, weeu,
=, 'e'e ohss and plenty reign both free from care;
,,' 'p', wnich macy mean, unsenerous minds
~. ooiu IAN io,n down upon, as far beneath
- stain grandeur they themselves have reacb'J
our '..':e souls are they, and little worth,
would not give for such one so much
as cen The ou'ion Pr'ce of Wiie's wife,
- Come now,ye friends of city life, whove hcap'd
=, nv measures 10 The skies, which you have gaind
rom the ftoo (tet of ground We stand upon;
Nome we who OF have pous hed the ocean DER,
Nnd lived, whole years, IN Neptune's dwelling piace;
Ae men of war, who by ambition led,
tiaVs stained your hands and hearts with human blnof;
oome ye' who have almost worn cut your eyes,
ny constant bending classic lore
Who We trimmed, with iengshencd face. your midnight
lamps;
Ye too, who taIk SO high on Politics.
Aud think ye know more than the world beside:
Re men who boast noble bhth and last of ALL
he idle ones, who'ye nothing else to do
Come and find out this heavenly spot on earth
Behold there lives in yonder humble cot
Apiain, bat honest farmer! And ushe,
It's he, who enveth not your wea ith nor power
Nor fame, nor your ill-gotten Poverty.
Yes, there, where from amidst autumnai pines
Echoes the busy sound Of Industry,
And where the busy traveller hath seen
The curling smoke rising slowly oft,
There, is che home OF happiness aud peace
Bot could you see the farmers noblest hours
90 spend winter month; aud taste the jays
Ihat flow around winters evening fe.
60 c Ca when snow and storm confine him there
Ihat snow, and sturm aud freezing cold which make
fou, mariners, rast back wiSl,fu look
upon the trcsde of your younger years,
Inc home you long have loved, and long have ls.
You'll find cnntcutnert pictured in the scene
See here the good old man, the lord IF all
lie reached, at last, the winter Of lis DAYS:
Already have its storms, perhaps, deep
The burrows round his brow; yet by his side
4here sits the soacc of his weary age,
HIS vrtuous wife. She too is full OF wears
Yet nousli of future ills perplexes now.
Look farther yet; daughters blushinr face
AND There neighbIing SWANS, who oft comes
Just Jor acquaintance SGke,'' perchauce he II saw
10 bear the tidings of The passing day.
Fen the domestic cat, that sits and sleeps
Before the blazing heap, seems well TO know
It's hapy state; and the old hunting Coe
ihat o hath tracked the wild deer through tho ,,,ojs
Lies by himself, regardless of the storm O'''
aSor cares Tor aught save them, who care for him
The patchwork cushion ia the great ann chat.
the ancieh Vanished stand, which sacred holds
me sacred Treasure oftcm used with care
n"nse neat green wrapper tells you of its friend
These although hard to number out i'm vers,
mean moe man tongue tell in p!a NEST orosc
All here is social glce; and nov. Id ask
Stew me one man in any other let
VI human HE, who half SO hapny il.
mere then, Ia live my three scere years and ten.
1ea' gladly tour score years (vuu!d lie IN ne.,l
And yield my lie up, happy 20 the last '~-''''''
forif there be Paradise on Garth
And God er meant, that in it man should 6,,.r
1t a Farmers coi-a farmers home
'''sic a wife as Willie had
woUid nae gle a button for her, Bans