Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1872-10-19
THE FARMERS HOME.
Come with me
BY CAROLINE A. MASON.

Come with me
Down this rude lane ablaze with golden rod
And Fl ssh with fragr from the up-turned sod
To where yon farm house Lifts its modest head,
By peace content and he 18th inhabited.
The tranquil kline, reposing in the grass,
Turn dreamy eyes upon rs as we pass;
The shy sheep gaze a-kance, and chanticlesr
Disturbs the 81 ence with usty cheer
From the far barn. yard sights and sounds are these
To make the sad est cheerful and at ease
How full the quiet spot OF sweet perfumes,
Arenas Of fresh grass and elover-blooms!
How like Sabbath stiffness, or like prayer,
The clustered calm of this St que tered ar
Anon the swinging scythe perchance is heard;
Anon the sacred Sabbath calm is stirred
BY sounding fl all Or woodnan's axe anear
Re.echoins through the forest sharp and clear;
The dim old forest, where the caildren go
A nutting when the leaves are FL aglow
Beneath the frost-king's touch. Such merry routs
The little people tell of Whereabouts
And then the huskings and the apple bees,
The pleasant pcnics underneath the trees
What city selle can boast such joys these?
But not outside the modest farmhouse dwels
Its sweetest charm; that quiet roof.tree tells
Oflovs and trust beneath its humble dome,
And u Il that glads and sanctihes home.
Here the good housewife plies her cheerful tasks
From morn to eve, nor gift nor guerdon asks,
Save the sweet payment of her hus stands smile,
And Gods dear love and health and strength the
while.
Her rosy daughters, not too 1ne to soil
Their pretty fingers with the marks u toll,
With Cheerful patience sew The len. thened seam
Prepare the meal or churn the yellow cream,
Or lead the toddling baby tn 1t ssays
Unequal steps about the hous. hold ways,
Or hasten 10 the door when day li.Lt fails,
To unburden "iather" of his trimming pals.
Thrice happy man, thrice happy father he
HIS smoking supper ready, Oh his knee
The Growing baby, and around his board
Health and content, hc may well thank the Lordi
Life has its trials whatsoever our lot
But If tn re be, on Gods dear earth, one spot
Crowned more than others with His iavors lent,
IT'S such Il home as this ali .weet content,
All peaceful. heavenly Influences meet
To purify, enrich and make it sweet.
Within, without al ound it and above,
Good thoughts, like blessed angels, rove and rove
The very cattle knee deep in the brooks,
Have lessons for us in tn, ir patient looks
The 81 ent hi Is, slow-stretchlng far away,
The shady hoilo s with the lambs at play
In their cool bosoms, the rejoicing rllls,
The sobbiny Of the lonely whip poor-wills,
The misty glories OF the purping morn,
The nights deep spiendor when the stars are born.
The corn up-sprngihg IN. ath the sun and rain,
The rlpening truilage and the nodding grain,
The changing seasons as they come amigo,
Winter, the pilgrim with his Golf of snow,
Spring the sweet eharmer, Summer all ablaze
Meath the rich dover Of ner meridian days,
And best of all, glad Autumn bhe and sweet,
Laying her wealth uncounted at our ieetl-
Who, living out his peaceful life among
scenes such as these, more eloquent than tongue
OF priest or prelate, who If he be wise
To learn the lessons set before his eyes,
But shall iinbibe the wisdom they impart,
And win the blessing of the pure ia hearth"