Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1871-05-11
OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE.

OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE.
IT ". II. cARLEroH.
OF Of the old house. Nancy-moved up into the
An the hurry and worry are Just as good a
Only bouaden duty remains for you and I,
And that's to stand on tue doorstep, here. and
bid the old house goodbye.
what she'll we've lived in, these nineteen or
wonder it hadnt smashed in, and tumbled about
wonder i,'s stuck together and answered till to-
But every individual log va, put up here to stay.
Things LOGGED rather new, though when this old
house was built
And things that blossomed you, would have made
And every other day, then, as sure as day would
break, - -
ny neigh h9s Asef came 'n'' way "''un INC 70
And You, for want of neighbors, was sometimes
For wolves, and bears, and wildcats was the near
est ones You had;
vutil we was fairly out of the woods, and things
was Roin' right.
Look up there at our new housei-aint IT q thing
Tall. and big, and hadsome, and new - new can
All In apple pie order, especially the shelves,
And never debt to Say but what we own 1t all
look at our old log house-how little 1t now sp-
Bat It's never gone back on us, for nineteen or
An wont go back ON It now. or 60 to pokin'
there's such thing a. praisin' . thing for the
good II has done.
Probably you remember how rich we was that
wse, We was fairly settled, an had things snug
We feel 80 proud as you please, Nancy over our
house that's new,
Bat we felt as proud under this old roof, and
good deal prouder, too.
Never handsomer house was seen beneath the
Kitchen, and parlor, and bedroom-we had 'em all
In one;
And the fat old wooden clock that We bought
when we come West,
Was tickin' away in the corner, there, an doin'
Its level best.
Trees was all around Us, whispern' cheering
words,
Loud was the squirrels chatter, and sweet the
songs OF birds;
And home grew sweeter and brighter--our cour-
age began to mount
And things looked hearty and happy, then, and
And here, one night it happened, when things was
We fell 10 a deep old quarrel--the first we ever
had;
And when ,ou give out and cried, then like
An then we agreed 10 rub all out, and start the
thing ag'in.
Here It was you remember we sat when the day
And you was maxim clothing that wasn't for either
one;
And often soft word of love was soft enough
to say,
And the wolves were howln' in the woods, not
twenty rods away.
Then our first born baby; a regular little joy,
Though iretted little, because II wasn't boy;
Want she little nift, though, with all her pouts
and smilesp
Why, settlers come, to see that show, half a
dozen miles.
Yonder sat the cradle-a homely homemade
thing;
And many night rocked It, providin' you would
sing;
And many little squatter brought up with us to
And SO that cradle, for many year, was never put
away.
How they kept COMMIT so cunnin', and fat, and
How they growedi twas wonder we found room
But though the house was crowded, 1t empty
seemed that day
When Jennie lay by the ire place, there and
moaned her life away.
And right in there the preacher, with Bible and
"'Twixt The dead and the living" and hoped it
would do US good"
And the little white wood coffin on the table there
And now. a. rub my eyes, it seems as L /. could
see Is yet.
1nen' that Mt OF hc~.sess It brought on you, you
w.. sy thread you hung, and You cen almost
And here i Is the spot tumbed, an gave the Lord
When the doctor said the fever'd turned, and he
could fetch you through.
Yes, deal has happened to make this old house
Obristenins, funerals, weddin's-what haven't we
Not log in this buildin but its memories has
And not nail in this old floor but touches ten
der spot.
Dat Of the old house. Nancy-moved up into the
MI the hurry and worry Is Just As good Is
But tell yeu thing right here, that sinv
There's precious things In this old house We never
can take away.
Here the old house will stand, but not a. 1t stood
Winds will whistle through It and rains Will no0d
the lo0r;
And overt e hearth, once blazing, the snow-drHts
oft will pile, =,
And the old thing will seem to be.a mournin' al
the while.
Fare You well, old housed you're naught that can
feel or see, =,
Bat you seem like . human beings dear old
friend, to me;
And we never will have better home, II my opin-
ion stands,
Until we commence keepin' house In the house
not made with handle.
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