Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-07-16

s"" ha Nhat u lun tue fOlkS
Are Joking at us-al those tribes II
die O. their jibes and jokes!
That is-unless thou'lt be my knight, and
keep such wight away"
tHe)-" Your seroant!
(She)-"'Hush ! they're singing"
tHel-"'The Dying of the Day"
The Song.
].
Our work Is done by set Of sun;
Light wanes apace-its race well run.
No clouds Of rain, lightning-linod,
10 withering blast, no wasting wind,
No herce heat piercing through the brain,
NO luck lcss mist, or ruthless rain,
NO tearing torrent, horrent hail,
no Earth's unrest tmakts calmest quail,
No spoillins horde or battling land
To-day've laid low our lovely land
IChorHs)-Join We the chorus Before us, behind
below, and above The Great Love is kind
For the rich need of the seed and the sod
Praised be Humanity Glory to God!
2.
No Masters whip, no captor's road,
No feudal OF vice-regal rod
For stupid delf, or serf, or slave
-(Our fathers, mothers, brother bravo
Fought US the freedom OF the ffee)-
Were raised to-day DER you and me!
We've neighbored for the love of neighbour -
lilo! neye-more shall slavish moil,
We ween, he seen upon our soil.
(Chorus)-Joiu we the chorus! &c., &c.
3.
Free limbs, FREQ work, free homes FREQ fields.
And all that heavens bounty yields
To Enterprise and Diligence.
And busttling ''saviug Common Sensc,'
Are ours, IT not those blowers of bliss'
Of mnny moony man and miss
Hol Work and Love have ruled the day.
llo Farmer Josh hath housed his hay;
And four OF us afllancod arc,
-(Nay, six from Fate are not so far y
And stand confessed meath tn Evening Star
(Chorus)-Join we the chorus! &c, &c.
Xxx.
(He)--"lo-ho they have discovered
our convert Dost thou care?
No ?--bless you, Sue, my lassie -
Thou'rt easy as the air2
For Joey and Jcmima, Bill an Bertha
('thought twas Bess y
Are likewise cooped, or rather looped, in
Loves sweet loneliness.
"They make the four they're sure of; but,
Sue, I'm sure we're six;
And VIC need none to remind us that they
find us in this fix
We are o'erhoad and ears in love amt
it so, my lovely lass I?
And some for this at thee will pout, and
call me lou.-Alas!
"Comc, Sue l will be farmer, and
houser of sweet hay.
And take thee as my partner; thou
ponder if twill pay -
And | will nevermore hostel, nor revel
rout, or roam.
But with thee, my sweet hearth angel
will houscl e'er at home.
"Thou'rt now thy parents only; ant
most lonely would they live
If life 'twould be al without thee, an
the comfort thou canst give:
Therefore with all my portion in commo
hither I'll come,
And keep the old folks homestead neat
and call it our sweet home
"Home home and thou, my Wedde
Wife oh. life of purest love
| AS pearly as the dewey dawn on our gree
lawn and grove.
Fruit, flowers ours, and shady hooks,
few books Of the best,
And work and play and field of hay
The logues may grab the rest.
} ,'Eh ?-more? =? All, yes, not dimly, n
dovie ! | divine
The still sweet yearning and unrest tn
heaving breast o'thinc.
Yes? Well hare fat boy-baby and
saucy little she,
And cherubs by the houseful, and glor
full of glee
e "But 10! it's night. and wench a
wight have hurried to the house !;
Come, Sue, let's face the music thel
: and join the rare carouse
For Hay-day Night of all the nights sti
brightest on my brain:
HE we along to sup and song and dance
h the happiest twain!
= N
y (Sol.)-"O! sweeter she than the swe
r. est hay, purer than the pearliest dc
And milder than the harvest moon
rose-and.lily Sue
at Protector aud Provider |, Soother
Softener She
u Two filter mates you ne'er can lind,
~ mind, than Sue and me.
:" 40 Friend o Love 0 Welded WI
20 Mother and Babe you be
NY wonder, worship, world, and all
W more than all to me!
"a The choicest gifts of husbandhood las
manhood is more meet),
lid That head, heart, hand can conquer
,.u offer at your feet"
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