Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1873-02-22
JOHN REEDS THOUGHTS.

There's mist on the meadow below; the ber-
It's chill when the sun is down, and the sod is
The world is a lonely place, it seems, and I
don't know why.
i see, as I lean on the fence, how YEARLY trud-
With the feel Of the Spring in his bones, like
weak and elderly man;
I've lad IT many time, but we must work
when We can.
But Gay after day to toll, and ever from sun to
sun,
Though up to the seasons front and nothing be
Is ending At twelve Ike clock, ami beginning
again al one.
The frogs make a sorrcwful noise, assl yet it's
the time they mate;
There's something comes with the Spring,
Ightness or else weight;
There's something comes with the Spripp and
az seems &c me it's tate.
Jt's the hankering after a life that vou pever
have learned 10 know;
It's the discontent with lie that is always
thus and 80:
itS the wondering what We are and where, We
are going TO 20.
Ny LIE is lucky enOugt, fancy, to most mems
For the more family grows, the Oftencr some
one dies,
And rs now run on so long, it cea,lH't be
otherwise.
And sister Jane and myself, we have learned to
claim and yield;
She rules in the house at will, and 4 in the barn
and field;
SO, nigh upon thirty years.-ss If written and
signed and sealed.
couldn't change if would; I've lest the how
One day my time wiz DC rr, ard Jane be che
mistress then,
fm single women are tergf, and live down the
single men.
She kept me sc to herself, she wss alwars the
stronger harI,
Ard my lot showed wen enough, when looked
around i'm che land;
But I'm tired ard sore ~ heart, and 1 don't
quite understand.
I wonder how it had been If III taken whas
others need,
The plague, they say, Of a wife, the care of a
III Edith Pieasanton now were near rle as ES.h
Reed!
suppose that son well grown were there in
the place of Dan.
And felt myself in him, as vas wher nv
work began?
should feel no older, sure, and certainly IN ore
man!
A daughter besides, IN the house; nay, iee there
We never can oyereo the luck that car never
be,
And what has come to the most m CHIT also have
come 70 me.
I've thought, when a neigsbor's VIE or his
child was carried away,
That 20 have no loss was gain; but now-I can
hardly say;
He seems 20 possess them still, unler the ridges
of clay.
Aud share and share in life is, somehosr, a
different thing
From property held BY decd, AID the riches
that oft take wing;
feel 20 close in the bTeast.-I Rink il must be
the Spring.
I'm drying UP like brook when the woods
have been cleared around,
You re sure 70 must always RUIZ, YOU are used to
the sight and sound,
But il srinks till there's only left a story rut in
the ground.
There's nothing to 10 but To- take the DAYS a.
they come AMI 90,
And not tn worry with thcsghts that nobody
likes Ia show.
For people seldom tax Of the things they
want to know.
There's times when the wa is plain, and eve--v-
thing nearly right,
And then OF a sudden you stand Like a man with
a cloa.le,i sight:
A bush seeIss often a beast, in the dusk of a
falling night.
must move; my joints are stir; the weather is
breeding rain,
And Dan is hurrying on, with his plow-t tea m up
the lane.
IN 20 the village store; III rather not talk with
IBoyeTd Taylor in he Atlantis Ko.try far nrrea