Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1877-01-18

% 0Es "a be y,,-Diaason9 Dus1.
n ,,oe where tho heart Is, wheie'ei '""' w.
- ~ In desert, on mo'ti''sli' ~ ="
,ho grandeur, the NUMBER 'heoo9oo'' n''
nov - +bst which we love is the masicai spen'
.uos the cottage a charm and n grace,
IT'S tn.' o o,,re Of d palace but rarely has
- on1, this, and not station or place.
u - 'a'1' ,,s. being to pleasure, which makes 1t
N Which gives D0A9
our own.
oc tbe vaters, q rcst-place to find,
lak0 ~ Ar endowment DER nations we roam;
a"n,v o4u Weld real JOY to the mind,
~. 49,, t,e,a where the heart is, there oni3 is nome.
So the Rocky Mountain lIusbandlnan].
E.AINY DAYS.
s,o,v,v and steadily the rain-drops patter
- to11 on the roof with u soothing SOUND
= - tar off music, that almost insenslbly
~ faals oulcted and thoughts OF the pres
- GRADUALLY melt away, and musing we
p.ot back into the dim shadowy past, recall
;,r m,cb that IS pleasant, and much that Is
s;,t,, then turning we peer into the fu-
~ misty and underlined as it is, and would
\ t,i, decipler its hieroglyphics but, all! on
,.o nooe can we unseal and only q line can
20 read, only to-day can we decipher, To-
morrow is Il blank.
Failing in this, we build our much-lovea
=. c.ctlps. AMI, III ! how often our beautiful
4 and fantastic palaces, fashioned by eager
4 hands and peopled by loving fancies and
Y g.ncied loved ones, topple over and leave us
4 sahast at the ruin at our feet. When we
hn|t. it was all bright. warm sunsiline; the
I h;rds we're fitting from bough to Dough,
snd the mir was heavy with the sweet per-
fame of flowers; our own faces were wreath
ID with smiles as VIC thought OF happy days
] IN store for us, as we dwell in Our fairy pal
ase with our loved ones; but even as we
smiled. the clouds began to gather black
Il and frowning, we heard the distant matter-
4 mo Of tie thunder or trouble. and now and
l then from the forked lightnfngs came the
hissings of false friends, or OF fancied trends
who proved to be only sunshine friends,
who left us when the clouds began to lower
And is it strange that sometimes we are sac
and sorrowful as we stretch out our arms Z
clasp to orr aching hearts those who have
sworn to be true to us, and find no form
there, no hand, see no bright loving smile
and hear no gentle soothing word? Is il
strange | repeat that our lips culver and on
eyes I'LL with tears, when we find so man,
Of our fancied pleasures only the sitteres
Anno.ts~ ILL., 4J,,# fn,S,, T. +, NJ fT.JJIH IN IN
shores Of the Dead Seattle appleso of Sodos
-comely to the eye but naught but bite
ashes when we would eat?
In sunshine many friends hover aroun'
US, and in their tiutterings they sometime
zip all the sweetness Out Of our lives, an
then, as we with trembling hand lift the Gu
to our lips to drain the bitter dregs, they Il
away and leave us to gather up the JeWe
of our life and heart that we SO lavish
scattered ut their feet-dead hopes, tlead 4
p~irations. and dying truSt--ah!. tits q drea'
easket full of priceless dust. yet in@tMs Gu
we can trace oM. life jewels. Heres n
diamond trust. taat faded out and lost
sparkling light when they in whom l trll'
ed lost their claim to trust; there's ruby, II
bright red hope and flush of life, its cthTe
wasted Il in the strife; and here's a pearl, t
purity of Which | dreamed. tried and fG'l
wanting-'twas not what it seemed there
an opal, the tluctnating hses OF fame
whose lofty throne | vainly dreamed <tha
had climbed, but alas the Pickering iial
has died out and left not even q name
emerald, too-hright gem, betokeni
apring. but ah! my spring has fled, my :
tum's on the wing, and now see my tor