The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-10-07
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A GLIMPSE OF RURAL LIFE.
by MIss ALOE SIMPSON.

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by MICS ALICE SIMPSON.
Full well 1 know the theme is old,
And scents of hills and wales,
Of rustic bower and shepherds fold,
, And summers spicy gales.
OF Everdant meads and fowery heath,
The myrtle and the clover white,
And shady elms whose bough beneath
The farmer rests at night
What though tits old, and poets long,
Have sung of rural homes and bowers,
What though the burden of their song
las been of birds and flowers.
OF fbabbling brook and woody glen,
All these are still the same,
From which they caught noble theme,
On which they built their fame.
The valleys, plains and mountains, all
Have charmed the poets eye,
Yet Boaz said, "Let some grain fall"
For Ruth is passing by.
Flowers spring to blossom when she walks
The careful vans of duty,
The hard rough lines of life with her
Are flowing curves of beauty.
Turning the leaves of memories book
And history's ponderOus pages,
Wen for a moment take a look
At the farming of past ages.
When the sickle reap the ripened grain,
In the hands of some sturdy farmer;
While the CHEEKY song of the harvest swain
Was borne on the air Of summer.
Ancestral homesteads had an;air
Uncomely; treIis and vine alike forgot,
Honey-suckles and vases fair,
Sweet doorway greetings found we not,
No flowers told that spring had come,
But weeds and night-shade were around,
The rough leaved burdOck had its home
Where pinks and roses should be found.
How hard and eOlorless is life,
without an atmosphere
OF forms of beauty, harmony and sound,
Which please the eye, and charm the ear,
Regardless of the May-fowers bloom,
Blind to the beauty everywhere revealed,
They went the duh monOtOnous round,
To plow, and SOW, and reap the field.
The eye and ear and heart may starve,
Mid natures gashing plentitude,
AS man grows weary and forlOrn
Who seeks the depths Of solitude.
If fskillful hands add not the signs
Of fancy and of shredness,
And taste; to throw its arms Of vines
Round thrift's uncomely rudeness.
Improvements in the modern days
Have sought for grace and beauty,
And while they've smoothed the rougheI
ways
And lightened care and duty,
They've thrown DER all a gracious glow
OF beauty and Of grace,
Science and art their gifts bestow
On natures smiling face.
Houses and ground both point to art,
As crowner of their glory,
Tho nature does the largest feast,
Fair art must aid Queen Flora,
With science, culture, knowledge, taste.
Which draw out gems of sweetness,
Which untaught natures rowing waste
Discloses as unmeetness.
The shaded lawn and orchard fair,
And graded walks so neat,
The waving corn Of lusty ear,
The bounteous field of wheat,
Proclaim him master of the soil,
To mould it at his will,
And from the fields of honest toll
His spacious gamers fill.
A farmers life cannot be rude
Saves as he wills it So
Gods finest paintings daily viewed,
Throw round his life healthful glow
Ofpurity and calm content;
Peace and love, beside his hearth,
Do fold their wings, as did
The angels in the patriarch's tent.
bis books and papers plainly show
That he's thinking man,
For who soreads must not be slow
To comprehend, or rear plan,
To farm it with a larger show
Of tact and skill, which gives the man
A better harvest for his toll.
Professional men, they study science,
Which art subverts to use,
And gather around them all appliances
OF culture in profuse
Abundance of terraced vine
And clambering rose,
Sweet Jessamine and columbine,
With every beauteous shrub that blows.
Thus carving forms of symetry and grace
From natures e'er exhaustless store,
They seek all errors to erase
With light of philosophic lore,
They carve and fashion at will,
With energy and strength combined,
That each embodiment may I'LL
Some cherished planning of the mind.
They organize in logis bands,
And call, them rare conventions,
Discuss the means of tilling. lands,
And strive TO settle all contentious
OF olden whius, with easier plans,
And labor-saving new inventions,
Which their lOgician brains conceived
To be surer method of progression.
And so this phalanx's moving on
To victory's reward,
..rhe dazzling rays of Ceres crown
Gives life TO every word;
The GODDESS took the beauteous crown,
Au glistening with the dew,
Bestowed, looked upward. called blessing
tkOwn,
Tn sn smiling sAe withdrew.