The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-12-10
For the True Northerner
I'O.u.f.N"S TEY.J.NESGIV

For tue True Northerner.
W'O.u.f.N"S TIf.J.NHS VINO.
BY RUsrIcIA.
How thankful am father says If work,
And do all can, like smart Emily Burke,
| may have new dress Of the finest silk
Bat then | must wash, iron, bake, churn and
milk,
Get the meals, wash the dishes scrub all the
floors,
BE up late and early to do other chores
Then take in coarse sewing from Scissors and
Pelf,
To earn money enough to buy it myself
And cut it and make 1t for Thanksgivng lay:
Oh. how thankful / am 1 cannot well Sc
How thankful l am in my heart is a en- To-,
The gift OF somebody met at the stile
Who took my big budget of work from my lands.
While he prisoned them both In Loves silken
bands;
And told me how happy he always should be,
To carry LIES heaviest burdens for me-
That my next new robe must be azure and white,
For we would be married on Thanksgiving night;
And never again should toll for dress
Oh' hOM hAuf dLl udI6 uOl COuloSS.
How thankful | am all my work is done up,
My house is rs neat as bright silver cup;
The twins are bathed and asleep in their nest,
And now can mend while the little rogues rest;
1t frets their papa 30 to see slight tear,
And he ask why don't make them have more
care;
Alas, poor wee things, care viii come soon
enough,
They are girls, and for such know life is rough;
will shelter them from it - long as | may:
| How thankful am for this love-w work to stay!
How thankful am now dear Jessie and Jane
Are Though with the measles, and able again
| To play by themselves for sc long we're they
sick,
Things went much awry though wrought late
and quick
Therooms in disorder the meals often late,
And husband said Grossly "you KNOW THIS
HATE;
Yet he never offered the least help to lend,
Not even the fire or the baby to tend
But now l can serve him and please him once
more:
How thankful am that this trial is DER
How thankful am have turned my silk dress,
The dolores are faded (nY life is no less),
! But the spots are washed cut and the folds new
laid,
/ The body and sleeves in the last fashion made
And Harry, perhaps, will not sneer any more
At my lack of STYLE, which he calls such :" a
bore;
| Though he never remembers that years have
flown,
/ While this for my best served, and this alone
But hear his step and must put 1t away:
How thankful am it is finished to-day!
How thankful am worn and Borrowing oft,
A far-a away whisper steals, soothing and soft,
To my weary soul; and 1t bids me be STILL
And patiently wait on Hopes winter swept hill;
Till the dark gates unclose from my shadow
way,
And on Beulah see the rose.tnts OF day
Day real and sun-kssed through all its bright
hours,
Where perennial asphodel freshly how'rs;
And the burdens men bind, an angel will lift:
How thankful am that lifes cloud has one rift!
How thankful ann husband, children, come
near,
My labor is fnished-the work had here
No dreaded to-morows will ever again
My eyes from their much needed slumbers re-
strain
The promised repose meath the fragrant turf
seems,
! Like reprieve from enduring, uacanny dreams
90 TO pitiful, kind Master now,
Who has felt the sharp thorn-thrusts on His
own brow;
| He reaches His hand out TO lead me away
! How thankful / am THE ia Thanksgiving day
Hamilton, November co. 1875.