The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1873-02-06
VOLUME LII.
JOHN REEDS THOUGHTS.


There's mist on the meadow below; the her.
It's cbiii briIinigyihrogs yyhogg ,t tchirp r and cry; y;.
yet dry;
The world is lonely place, it seems, and don t
know why.
see, rs lean on the fence, how wearily trudges
With the feel of the Spring in his bones. like n
xf-<fweak and elderly man; a.
lSe had 1t many time, but VIC must work when
But day after day to toll, and ever from sun to
Though up to the seasons front and nothing be
Is ending at twelve like a clock, and beginning
again at one.
The frogs make a sorrowlul noise and vet il, a
- the time they mate;
There's something comes with the Spring, a
- iightness or else weight;
Ihere's something comes with the Spring, and it
seems to me it's fate.
It's the hankering after life that you never have
It's the discomfort with life that is always thus
It's the wondering what we are, and where we
are going to go.
My life is lucky enough, fancy, to most men S
eyes,
For the more family grows, the oftener some
one dies,
And now it's run so long, it couldn't be other
wise.
And sister Jane and myself, we have learned to
claim and yield;
She rules in the house at will, and 1 in the barn
and field;
So, nigh upon thirty yearsl-as if written and
signed and sealed.
couldn't change if would; I've lost the how
and the when;
One day my time will be up, and Jane will be
the mistress then,
nah and lfU.aI H. Al
single men.
She kept me SO to herself, she was always the
And my lot showed well enough when looked
around in the land;
But I'm tired and sore at heart, and don't quite
understand.
Iwonder how it had been if r. taken what others
The plague, they say, of a wife, the care of a
If Edith Pleasanton now were near me as Edith
Reed?
Suppose that son well-grown We're there in the
And felt myself in him, as | was when my work
began?
should feel no older, sure, and certainly moro
man!
A daughter, besides, in the house; nay. let there
be two or threel
We never can overdio the luck that can never be-
And what has come to the most might also have
come to me.
I've thought, when neighbor's wife or his child
was carried away,
That to have no loss was a gain, but now-I can
He seems to possess them still, under the ridges
of clay.
And share and share in a life is, somehow, diff
ferent thing
From property held by deed, and the riches thai
oft take wing;
feel SO close in the breastI-I think IL must n,
the Spring.
I'm drying up like brook when the woods hav,
been cleared around;
You're sure it must always run, you are used &c
the sight and sound,
But it shrinks until there's onlylef. stony rut in
the ground.
There's nothing to do but to take the days as they
come and go,
And not worry with thoughts that nobody like
to show,
For people SO seldom talk of the things they wan
to know.
There's times when the way is plain, and every.
thing nearly right,
And then of a sudden you stand like man will
aclouded sight;
A bush seems often a beast, in the dusk of fall
ing night.
Imust move; my joints are stiff; the weather il
breeding rain,
And Dan is hurrying on, with his plow- team VI
to the lane.
IN go to the village store; I'd rather not tall
-BayGrd Taylor in Atlantic for March.