The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-12-12
THE FARMER'S HOME.
BY CAROLINE A. MASON

BY CAROLINE A. MASON
Come with
Down this rude lane ablaze with golden-rod,
And fresh with fragrance from the up-turned SOD
To where yen farm ause lifts its modest head.
BY peace, content and health inhabited.
Toe tranquil kline reposing in the grass,
Turn dreamy eyes upon us as we pass;
The shy sheep gaze askance, and chanticleer
Disturbs the silence with lusty cheer
From the far barn-yard; sights and sounds ar
TIE make the seddest cheerful and at ease
How full the quiet spot OF sweet perfume.
Aromas of fresh grass and clover blossom!
How like Sabbath stiffness like prayer,
The clustered calm ST this sequestered air!
Anon the swinging scythe perchance is heard;
Anon the sacred Sabbath calm is stirred
BY sounding fail or woodman's AK anear,
Re-ecko ding through the forest sharp and clear;
The dim, old forest, where the children go
A nutting when the caves are all agtow
Beneath the frost-king's touch. Such merry
routs
The little people tell of thereabouts!
And then the b1skings and the apple bees,
The pleasant picnics underneath the trees
What city belle can boast such joys as these?
But what outside the modest farmhouse dwells
Its sweetest charm; that quiet roof-tree tells
OF love and trust beneath its humble dome,
And all that glads and sanctifes heme.
Here the good housewife plies her cheerful tasks
From morn till eve, no gift nor guerdon asks,
save the sweet payment OF her hus5and's smile
while.
Her rosy daughters, not too fine to soil
With cheerful patience sew the heightened scam,
Prepare the meal or churn the yellow cream,
Or lead the toddling baby that essays
Unequal steps about the household ways,
Or hasten to the door when daylight fails
To unburden father of his Drumming pals.
Thrice happy man. thrice happy father hei
His smoking supper ready, on his knee
The Growing baby, and around his board
Health and content, he well may thank the Lord
Life has it's trials, whatso'er our lot;
But If there be, on Gods dear earth, one spot
Crowned more than others with His favors lent,
TITS such q home this: All sweet content.
All peaceful, heavenly influences meet
To purify, enrich and make it sweet.
Within without, around it and above,
Good thoughts, like blessed angels, rove and
rove.
The very cattle, knee-deep in the brooks,
The silent hills, low stretching far away,
The shady hollows, with the lambs at play
In their cool bosons the rejoicing rills,
The sobbing of the lonely whip poor-wills,
The misty glories of the purpling morn,
The nights deep splendor when the stars are
botn,
The corn upspringing meath the sun and rain,
The ripening fruitage and the nodding grain,
The changing seasons as they come and go.
Winter, the pilgrim with his Golf of snow,
Spring, the sweet charmer, Summer all ablaze
Meath the rich dover of her meridian days,
And, best of all, glad Autumn bitbe and sweet,
Laying her wealth uncounted at our feet!-
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 imbibe the wisdom they impart
And win the blessings of the ''pure in hearth