Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-11-17
John Reed.
By BAYARD TAYLOR.


By BAYARD TAYLOR.
There's mist On the meadow; the herring
frogs chip and cry; Ha1c
It's chill when the sun is down, and the sod ia
not yet dry:
The world Is lonely place, it seems, and I
don't know why.
see, as lean on the fence, how YEARLY
trudges Ban
With the feel of the Spring in his bones, like
weak and elderly man;
I've had it a many 8 time, but we must work
when we can.
But day after day to TOLL and ever from sun to
sun,
Though up to the seasons front and nothing
be left undone,
Is ending at twelve like clock, and beginning
again st one.
The frogs make sorfowful noise, and yet it's
the time they m6te;
There's something comes with the Spring, a
Ightness or else weight;
There's something comes with the Spring, and
it seems TO me it's fate
It's the hankering after life that you never
have learned to know;
It's the discomfort with life that is always
thus and so;
It's the wondering what We are, and where we
are going to go.
My life is lucky enough, fancy, to most mems
eyes,
For the more family grows, the oftener some
one dies,
And it's now run on so long, it couldn't be
otherwise.
And Sister Jane and myself, we have learned to
claim and yield
She rules IN the house at will, and in the barn
and field,
So, nigh upon thirty years las if written and
signed and sealed.
couldn't change if would I've Lost the how
and the when;
One day my time will be up, and Jane be the
mistress then,
For single women are tough and live down the
single men.
She kept ne so to herself, she was always the
stronger hand
And my lot showed well enough, when looked
around IN the land
But I'm tired and sore at heart, and don't
quite understand.
wonder how it had been if I'd taken what
others need, 6ff. fsE5
The plague, they say, of wife, the care of 3
younger breed?
If Edith Pleasanton now were with me as
Edith Reed?
Suppose that son we'll grown were there in
the place of Dan,
And / felt myself in him. as was when nv
work began?
| should feel no older, sure, and certainly more
man
A daughter, besides, ia the house; nay let
there be two or three
We never can overdo the luck that can never
never be,
And what has come to the most might also
have come to me.
I've thought, when a neighbours wife or his
child was carried away,
That to have no loss was gain; but now,-I
can hardly say;
He seems to possess them still, under the
ridges OF clay.
And share and share in life is, somehow, a
different thing
From property held by deed, and the riches
that oft take wing;
feel SO close in the II think it must
be the spring.
I'm drying up like g brook when the woods
have been cleared around;
You're sure it must always run, you are used
to the sight and sound, ,
But it shrinks till there's only left stony rut
in the ground =
There's nothing to do but take the days As
they come and so,
And not to worry with thoughts that nobody
likes to show,
For people SO seldom talk of the things they
want to know.
There's time times when the way is plain and
everything nearly right,
And then, of . sudden, you stand like man
with olouded sight.
A bush seems often beast, in the dusk of
falling night.
I must move; my joints are stiff; the weather
is breeding rain,
And Dan is hurrying on with his plough team
up the lane.
I'll go to the village store; I'd rather not talk
with Jane tt5ss