Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1874-03-04
agricultural.
"Farm for Sale.


a sweet home place, and turned to look
again An old farm cottage among the
trees, the hazy hush of summer afternoon
over all the golden sunlight drifting through
the leaves, resting in gcamingpatches on the
grass and poisoning clover, tossing the
shadows hithcr and thither. A sweet.voiced
bird chirped 10 the maple by the gate as we
passed, and the pale lips Of locust blossoms
peered forth from lcaly nests Ia the dis.
lance springug grain waved in tiny pillows
like the peaceful flow Of summers seas, ard
dancing footsteps OF little stream left a
cleaning line across the low green meadow
A beautiful home farm.
FARM FOR SALE"
Yes, there were the words in rough chalk
letters above the gate, " Farm for sale"
Why sell the farm Have hands grown
tired OF plough aud sickle aud hoe hearts
wearicd with olt-returning seed.time and
haryostl Has ambition east her apple Of
dlsoord in the midst Of your sweet content,
whisperings Of riches aud houors aud SPLEEN
doris Jared in upon the heart.music2 Have
visions Of yellow gold aud the world proud
show Swallowed with their dulusiyc wings the
simple hopes the everyday happiucs, which
blesses at the little iarm2
Why sell the farm2 Have dancing feet
that made the music suaycd no into life,
and one BY one passed out at the little gate,
g. come again no more as Of old2 Has even
the baby-the last darling-twiued the
womanhood upon her brow, and taken the
blessing Of her love and presence to adorn
aud sanctily another home, passing like the
rest up the path leaning on another arm,
bearing the blessing yet leaving the old
house so very dcsolate, with only the haunt
ing memory pacing up and down through
the lonely aislos OF the heart
Why sell the farm Ah Is thert a
graye--has Death cut deep down through
the blossoming sod, ploughing up grave
so deep, so chill, so dark, that from its
shadow your heart eau be lifted never more 2
Has shc-the dearest, most blessed even
the home mother, lain down to rest Has
the light gone out from those gentle eyes
the light Of that soul, the embodiment Of
love aud peace, aud faith and paiience-has
it passed on to the awaiting glory? Is IL
thy desolation, oh Death, that has COM
PEELED the -" Farm for Sale?'
An how many Farms for Sale, and
with what longings will hearts that 90 out
from these farm homes crowned with Joy
turn back from the summit of many year,
to look upon the dead face Of that old.timt
ljoyousness, wondering at the strange hap
pincss Of the iarm-chid wondering thai
never more is sky 50 blue, never sunshine
so gorgeous, never earth so full Of music a,
before that Farm for Sale" How viii
tired feet pause mid the dust Of LIES high
ways, aching to press the whispering gras
beneath the loouSts, and hands hard will
counting gold pine to pull again the violet
down by the valley spring How will head
girdled by thorns of care, rest again it
dreams on the soft moss, swept so Oft By
child.curls 10 the long ago, and hearts, rcari
hearts, and longing souls will pause in tn,
great world strife to catch again the iar-oi
laughter Of those waters in the meadow
and the singing of the birdIings in the ma
pies Aud how will eyes grow tcardimmc,
IN this fars9eing, as a vision sweeps by, re
vcaing above the little gate, Farm FOL
sale - Hcarih and Home.