Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1874-10-29
POETRY.
LIFE ON A FARM.
BY 3. +, TAYLOR.

LIFE ON A FARM.
BY 3. +, TAYLOR
MILKING TINE
A, the foot of the hiu the milk-house stands
Where the Balm of Gilead spreads ms hSnos'
And the willow trails each penoehs up
the lazy lash of the golden WHIP: s.r,d
And ice cold spring with a tnknng soutiu i .,,asr
Makes brig Mt green edge ior the uai siee
ground
GOO, as a cave is the air within,
RTaye are the..shelves with the ournlsneui I'm
0f Ihe curving shores, and the seas oil mo
That turn to gold in a single hleht'
AS il the disc of a winter noon
Should take the tint of new douoloon!
pn,ned TO a coal is the amber day,
Noonis splendid dre has faded away,
Lad- lodged Oh the edge OF world grass gro" u
lie a great live emoer glows the sun
Mhen IL falls behind the crimson bars
TOOK ont for the sparks OF the early STARS.
with the clang OF her bell a motherly brown
No trace of her lineage handed ao"h-
Is leading the long, deliper%Sle % tine aoa
0f the Devons red and the DurhaIns nne.
80 IN hoss y, .C;o-boss ~ and the caravan,
viii q dowager swing. comes down the Iane'
And lowing along from the clover oed,
troops over the bars at numbering treao'
Hinder the lee of the patient beasts,
ON their tripod stools like Pythlan priests,
The tow-cIad boys and the linsey girls
Make the cows give down N nnilky
There's a stormy time in the driited palis,
There,s a sea-foam swarth in the driving gales,
Then "a ris and boys with whistle and song,
Tworails apiece, meander along.
The W. .nding path in the golden gloom,
And set the milk in the twilight room.
NIGHT ON THE FARM.
Now all clucked home to their feather beds
Are the yelyety chicks of the downy heads,
In the old Dutch style with the beds ABOVE,
Auunder the wings of a lowering love.
with few clinked in, plump as Wrens-
Around the edge OF the rufned hens!
With nose in the grass the dog keeps guard,
with long drawn breaths in the old farm
The cattle stand on the scattered straw,
And cease the swing of the under jaw
The cats eyes shine in the currant bush,
Dew in the grass and stars in me nnsn'
"a a sswineing his lamp to the bull>frogs chug,
And the slender chaps in the greenlsn tlg1ls'
That Jingle and trill the sielgn>pe.Is nIsn.s @
THE SHAPES with the padded ieet proWl roune
And the crescent moon has run aground
And the inky beetles blot the night
And have blundered out the candle>nght!
And everywhere the pillows fair
Are printed with heads OF tumble nalr.
Tims walks the house with a clock>tick tread,
Without aud within the farms aoeo!
THE MORNING.
Apprenticed angels everywhere
Were out all night in the darkened air.
A dome 10 build and wall TO lay
They smoothed the arch with trowels OF night,
" Gk as they would il never shed light,
They mended the roof with might and main,
. Rut IL leaked like broken thatch in the rain.
AT ereviee and clink the curves Of blue
Mould let the glory glimInerings tnrough
From the countless stars ike SILVER sanu
All sifIed and sowed with ranlent hano. e
To show Creations gain in the sky
God quarIied the worlds and let them lie!
That Eastern wall with ills granite crown
In the early daW u came Iunlbling down, 81
With no more crash than the roses make
When out Of the buds the beauties pfeaA'
The world is a>dre with peal surprise.
A garden gate to our wandering eyes
Is opening into Paradise!
The dew is off and the bees abroads
The sun stands armedin tha gates OF God'
THE CHURNISG.
No graceful shape like a Grecian urn,
hut upright, downright, stands the ehurn.
Broad at the base. and taperlng smaAk,
Above Il the dasher straight ana tall- 7
Wfndewless tower with fag-stan pare,
Warrior or warden, nobody there!
Fashioned of cedar, queen 1.-THE wood, ..-. 4
Cedar assweet as girl In hood
Hiding her face as fresh rose-euu. Il
The .iashsr waits knee-deep in the cream,
AS cattle wade in the shady streams
And fiat in the foct as a feur leafed clover
Just walls the touch to trample II over.
Besi,ie the churn a maiden stands. -..-il i
Nfpib4e and naked her arms and hands
Another Ruth when the reapers reap
Her dress, as limp as a bag asleep,
Is faced IN front with puzziing cheek;
Her hair rays out like a lady fern.
With a single hand she starts the churn;
The NAV al the first is free and swift, .--...
Then she gives booth hands to the plunge and
lit: - - -
A short quick splash in the Milky Way
One-two, one>two. in Iambie play y
A one leggd dance in wooden clog,
Dancing a jig in watery bog
. .obarar ra at q m oil day iOb-
Up-down up-down like a pony's feet,
steady trot in sloppy street.. So II
The spattering dash ana the tinkling WASH i
beaded an a duh TO a creamy swash-z : -
Color of daffodil shows in the churn
Glirnpses of gold beginning 70 Turn In,,,
Slower-and lower-deader ano dumD- i
Daisies and Buttercupsi Butter has comet
What thinks the maiden all the while: - |
W hatever she thinks IL makes her smile,
W hatevcr she does is only seeming,
and weaving, wedding and dreaming |
All. charms are hid in The ingol's gold,
a mi more come ont than the churn can hold 4
No butter at alL but bonnetsso3n
With gardens OF flowers and all full blow 8
A cloud ed comb of a tortoise shell,
All. IL is a beauty and she is belle ;S.- Gs !
a grape leaf breast-pln,s restless shine .s. - i
is twinkling up rom the fairy mine
The dasher clinks on bright gold ring,
Morocco shoes, like a martins wing,
Come up with gown OF hounces SILK
Some fairy lost in the buttermilk! f-r
Ribbons of blue for lOve-knOt ties ---
To match the tint of her loveing eye!-
Ribbons OF pink and belt OF gray
Ripping along lis watery way. .tr.-
She looks at herself in Fancy's glass,
A nd she sees her own little figure pass
Sse closes her eyes and looks again.
And sees, as she dreams, the prince of men
she closes her eyes and, side by side,
He LIS the bridegroom and she the bride
An, never my girl, will visions burn
AS bright as those in the cedar churn;
All, what have we won if this be lost:
The Blessing free and the bliss at cost!
--Scribners Magazine.