Daily globe., 1879-06-01
JoHNREED's THOUGHTS.

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There's mist on the meadow below; the Der.
ring-frogs chirp and cry;
It's chill when the sun is down, and the sod is
not yet dry;
The world is lonely place, it seems, and
don't know why.
see as / lean on the fence, how WEAKLY
trudges Dan.
With the feel of the spring in his bonesJli
weak and elderly man;
I've had it q many a time, but we mustWork
when we can.
But day after day to toll, and ever fpm sun
Though up 10 the seasons front and nothing
Is ending at twelve like clock, andbeginnlng
again at one.
The frogs make a sorrowful noise. and yet it's
the times theymate;
There's something comes withthe spring,
lightness or else O weight
There's something comes with ne spring, and
it seems to me it's fate;
It's the hankering after a lif}that you never
have learned to know;
It's the discomfort with life tai is always tnus
and SO;
It's the wondering what ye are and where
we are going to go.
Ny life is lucky enough fancy, to most
mems eyes,
For the more a family grows, the oftener
some one dies, ~
And it's now run on SO Ing, it couldn't be 9th
erwise.
And sister Jane and myself, we have learned
to claim and yidd;
She rules in the hOpe NJ Will. ana y IN Lhe
garden and fieh.
So, nigh upon thirtyyears LAS if written and
signed and sealed.
| l couldn't change 4 would; I've lost the how
and the when;
| One day my tim will be up, and Jane be the
mistress ten,
For single womhn are tough and live down the
single men.
She kept me soto herself, she was always the
stronger land,
| And my lot slowed well enough, when
looked arIund in the land;
But Pm tired arl sore at heart and don't
quite understand.
l wonder how i+had been if I'd taken what
others ned,
The plague they say, Of wife, the care OF
younger freed!
If Edith Plesnton now we're near me a!
Edith Red!
Suppose that a son well grown were there il
the place y Dan,
And felt mys6 in him, as was when m!
work begn?
/ should feel noolder, sure, and certainly NOR
! A daughter, beides, in the house; nay, lie
there be Ro or three!
We never can oerdo the luck that can neve
be.
And what has ome to the most might als'
have com to me
i I've thought, wien neighbOr's vile or NJ
child assarried away,
i That to have noloss was q gain; but now
can hardf say;
He seems to pssess them still, under tn
ridges of LAY.
And share and hare in q life is, somehow,
different ting
From poverty BID by deed, and the richie
that oft tae wing,
), feel SO close in he breast-1 think it must b
| the spring.
I'm drying up lie brook when the wood
have been leared around;
You're sure it INST always rnn, you are use
to the sightand sound,
But it shrinks tillthere's only left stony RI
in the groul.
There's nothing b do but to take the days /;
they come AID go.
And not to worry with thoughts that nobod
: likes to show
i For people SO sellom talk Of the things the
want to know.
t There's times when the way is plain, ar
f everything snearly right,
e And then of udden you stand like a ma
with cloned sight;
A bush seems ften a beast in the dusk Of
falling nigR
b / must move; my joints are stiff, the wealth
II is breeding tain,
And Dan is hurting on, with his plow tea
!; up the lane
q I'll go to the village store; I'd rather not ia
with Jane.
-Bayard Taylor.