Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-01-02
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Land-poor.
How many thousands can bear ,v,,uess
to the truth of the sentiments ey dressed in
the following verses, All ov err our land
are found farmers who are Door from the
weight they carry in land. MANY a moor
woman has spent her da' 5 and nights in
toll and want because Of the grasping dis
position of her husbar ID. 1t is poor econo.
my for farmer to tax the powers of de-
voted wife beyond endurance in order to
extend his acres to limits where thev cease
to be profitable. More of sunshine. of hap
piness would he secured i'm farmers
home by keeping free of debt and living in
Independence. than by -grasping for pos
sessions that can only be obtained by de-
MAJ to his family of all the comforts. en-
joyments and social pleasures that 90 to
make life itself endnrable. man always
on the strain grows peevi>h. For him
there is TO rest. His moral nature becomes
diseased, and years creep upon him and
there is no pleasure in them. l-R,rdl Sun,
Nashrille
I've had another offer. wife-a twenty acres
more.
or high aud dry prairie land, as level as a
floor.
l thought I'd wait and see You tirst.as law
yer Brady said.
To tell how things will turn out best. a
woman is ahead.
Aud when this lot is paid for, and when
we have rot the deed.
I'll say that am satiSfed-it'S all the land
we need.
And next we'll see about the yard. and fix
the house up some.
And manage in the course OF time to have
better home.
RfrIN.
There is no use OF talking. Charles-you
buy that twenty more.
And well 20 >crimpin@ all our lives. and
always be Land-poor.
For thirty years we've tugged and saved.
DENYING half our needs.
While all we have to show for it, is tax re-
ceipts and deeds,
Id sell the land if it were mine, and have
better home.
With broad light rooms. to front the street
and take life as it comes
If we could live as others live, and have
what others do.
We'd live enough sight pleasanter. and
have plenty too.
While others have amusements, and luxu-
ry and books.
Just think how stingy we have lived, and
how this old place looks!
That other farm you bought OF Wells. that
took 50 many years
OF clearing up and fencing in. has cost me
many tears.
les, Charles. I've thought of it. a hundred
times or more,
And wondered if it really paid. to always
be LaHd-poor;
That had we built cosy house took pleas
ure a it come.
Our children. once 30 dear to Us. had never
leit our home.
srieve TO think OF wasted weeks and
years and months and days.
While for it all We never vet have had one
word OF praise.
Men cali u rich, but we are poor-would .
We not freely give
The land with all its fixtures, for better
way to live:
Don't thing I'm blaming you, Charles
you re TT0t/ whit to blame;
'e PHI ed YOU these many years, to see
you tired and lame.
It's just the way we started out, and plan
ned too far ahead.
We've worn the cream OF life away, to
leave too much when dead.
This life is short and full OF care. the end is
always nigh,
We seldom half begin to live before were
doomed to die,
Were to start my life again. Id mark
each separate day.
And never let single one pass unenjoyed
away.
If there were things to envy. III have them
now and then.
And have a home that was a home, and NOT
cage or pen.
Ia SELL some land if it were smine, and lit
up well the rest.
I've always thought, and think so vet
small farms We'll worked are best.
ROBERT ROLLINS.