Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1867-11-06
From the Lake Mills Dispatch.
"REMINISCENCES.
GIG 97E DEDICATED TO e. L. ATWOOD.

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Mid an oak grove on the hillside,
Stands lighthouse, brown and old, -'.2
| Mid a wealth of shrubs about it, ses.- teens
! Gemmed with flowers Of red and gold;
i On the hillside Just above it, $50 -5t A-..-
/ -Ieu Will see an orchard grand, -r .sdr-
/ Where the bright and merry sunshine
| Warms and beauties the land: - -'a" =
North little Of the homestead, 1- @-.s 1@
i Stands the barn SO brown andsofd3 Doll aoI
| Where we spent IN happy childhood, --r.-
| Youths bright hours Of shining gold. ID
/ How we spent those happy hours, lEf e7aTl
| Children still alone can tell, sr-sgo~a --c5
| For the plays we played in childhood ~
/ Other children know as well. z .s.l0gal
List Those strains of childish voices, 255
/ 'On the carpetyou must kneel, II rs. t5uI
! Who can guess the chosen lover, :s AS
/, Whether he be IN the field.
i tsB1nd Mans Buff, and "Rhg Round Rosy, .
| Each Of them were chosen plays, Cd. s...--r--
/ Ahl 'sPoor pussy in the corner"
|. Longs so much for other days. I'll ! s--
That old barn has had its glory, yadaa 1915
Days long since have all gone by, ..,--- - x,
(Sing the playmates Of my childhood,
With the angels in the fky. saH@7aoa5 E9 =
| Nowits boards are weather-beaten, - .
Shaken by old Boreas blast,
And along each edge, Wormeaten, a2iiotA
Trace the ravage Of the past. rav,+ Ii au-
Now along the grassy hillside, ar......
Wander meath the old oak shade,
You viii thinE8th spot the sweetest,
God above hath ever made; -7eqvz 70 5..r.' .-.--e
| For amid the oaken branches,
! Tuned by angel choirs above, @a35. s
| Harps, 4Aolian music breathing, ~...- ~
Whisper SOFT that God is love.
Now go wander down the hillside,
70 the purling spring below, ~ ~".t- 5'''-''
Where the huttercup5 and daisies, g.iLau
And the yellow cowsljp ps grow. ers
a. Yet rs fresh the cooling water,
Of the dear old fashioned we'll, 4s 8
Down whose depth tho moss is growing,
Where the oaken bucket fell. '~-'73A.
And the hickor;es keeping sentinel,
Here and there about the place, -.sEe
All remind US of the absent, .r,.rs -.-
And of childhood's sunny face
For beneath their widespread branches, #H
Oft we've spent the livelong day, :...-vs. II
Ga herring nuts for winter hours,
Thus we passed our, time away. aat in
Dear old homestead, nook Of childhood,
Sweet retreat III days gone by, 81 ST s-z-tg.l-
How loved thy woodland bowers,
And thy blue o erarehing sky. .-1<i. t..s (.
= How loved thy shady hillside, -so.5..a al
Where the lambs were, wont to play,
And with whora in childish pl easure, ~ ~
-OftIye spent the liyelong day. a.HiI meIf
F.rewell- homestead, farewell wildwood, esga
Farewell aches, and griefs and pain,
Joys and pleasures, hopes Of childhood,
Shall we never meet again 7 .ns qTaaa ..sa
Cedar groves, and ripling waters
Tyan na, oft | yearn
For thy cooling, loving presence, aas Ga
Though may no more return. ..--.r.-
Yet in dreams | seem to see thee, ~ ..,...a
!, who am a stranger here,
Still beLolding other strangers, as -.
Sailing Ger thy w.'ters clear. .. ....... T..
And | envy thee, thy resting,
. Mid those scenes of childhood dear, 1E. -a
While the transient friend and stranger,
Soon must gather round my bier.
Who viii love thee, Lake, 50 fondly,
As the constant love of those,
Who have sported with thy waters - =
Ere the wigwam left the grove.
We have wandered meath thy bowers,
We have fingered by thy shore,
We will keep for thee presence
In our heart forevermore. -rtr*
...........- .l-rsF .a. r.i.-rf. MARIA