The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-04-20
AZ AGRICULTURAL POEM.
EAST no WEST SENDS oREnrINa.

AN AGRICULTURAL POEM.
EAST TO WEST SENDS GREETING.
OuS yYest7 Jes' so! From nlinoi?
NV Jem is there-my Oldest boy
And Johns in Kansas-sO is jane
she married one Elnathan Payne -
And mother, too-she wants to go!
Nomusiet ever scattered SO:
And then it allus p'ints one way
Right where the big Per-aries lay.
Betwixt them twc-Death and the West
They get our youngest, strongest, best.
it's queer the graveyard keeps a-growing,
AS IL nobody dreamed of gOingl
Itss there. right where then brooms of trees
Are sweeping nothing in the breeze.
A queen bee in an empty hive
Is al of mine that's left alive.
caH them dead never see,
The " est or Heavens all one to me
I wait and wait-God give me grace!
They don't come back to either place.
aT7lem miles and miles of level land,
And every tree brought up by hand
The sky shut down around the green
Ae snug as any soup tureen:
Poor show for David with his sling,
And not pebble fit to fing!"
SO talked the Massachusetts, man.
And then paused for breath and then began:
{. hear you have" the farmer said,
g a creature with horses head,
crickets body, dragons wings,
The Tong hind legs of a kangaroo,
The hungriest of created things,
That ests landscape through and through,
A boarding-h house for bugs may be-
A place for you, but not for me-"
g Aaass old man /" [ sadly said,
They are indeed most molly fed;
You taunt us with no dainty touch,
But had those creatures boarded here,
It would have saved us many fear;
They could not harm you very much,
And then, it cannot be. denied,
They surely would have starved and died !"
ST wouldn't swap the old Bay State,'
The farmer cried, with voice elate,
lie stood upright in every joint
AS any exclamation point,
And hoe and stone struck instant fire,
AS il he thus touched off bus ire
Sc / wouldn't swap the old Bay state,
It's rugged rocks and mountains great,
For land as level as a hone,
Already fenced and seeded down.
"Our grain stands slender in the shock,
The grists are light we send to mill,
But then we gave you Plymouth Rock,
Where freedoms clearings first begin;
The world takes stock IN Bunker Hill,
Where Freedom put the sickle in.
You've Ingens west, but we're ahead;
Our Boston Mohawks allus led.
That took a cargo of Bohea.
And stepped q drawing IN the sea,
And asked young Liberty to tea
They stuff at Boston, and they dub
The good old town the Yankee Hub
What all il means never knew,
Ms way at least, it may be true:
know its gritty boys go out
Like spokes of wheels, to reach the rim
That bind creation all about,
TIL West and East and South and North,
You near their whistle or hymn
Around the feIly of the earth!"
The old man heard the dinner-horn,
And stumped away among the corn.
The truth had lighted up his face,
And lent the furrowed features grace.
He turned. and called across the lot,
THERE'S one thing more most forgot:
If you see Jem, or John, or Jane,
Jes' tell 'em where you've been to-day;
That yet walk the narrow lane,
Whose end is growing mighty plain,
And that send them far away,
One word from Massachusetts sod,
The blessings of their fathers God;
And tell them, too, an Eastern boy
Must make man in Illinoi!
The chimney wore plume of smoke,
The wife stood watching at the door,
Good-by old man, forever more.
I come to tell the words he spoke,
and Jem, and John, and Jane are here
bid the boys and girls good cheer!
GOING WEST.
What wonder that the human drift
Is Westward ever for the gift?
The Magi travelling from the East,
Each robed and bearded Orient priest
Grew wiser as he Westward went.
Who would have heard breath of them
Had they not folded up their tent
And startled come to Bethlehem?
No man in all the ages faced
The West, and met that great athlete,
The Sun, bound East. His golden feet
Unwearied walk disastered waste,
Tread out the stars, in blossom every rood,
Like embers in travelled street,
And make vast sky solitude
For hermit glory ali his own,
This Westward going, ever-moving sun.
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