Daily globe., 1879-06-01
JOHN REEDS THOUGHTS.

There's mist on the meadow below; the ber-
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 wearily
trudges Dan.
With the feel of the spring in his bones, like
a weak and elderly man;
I've had it a many 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 at one
The frogs make sorrowful noise, and yet it's
the time! theymate;
There's something comes with the spring, a
lightness or else a 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, I 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 9th
erWise.
And sister Jane and myself, we have learned
to claim and yield;
She rules in the house at WILL and in the
garden and field.
So, nigh upon thirty years!-as if written and
signed and sealed.
couldn't change if would; I've lost the how
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 me SO to herself, she was always thu
stronger hand,
And my lot showed well enough, when
looked around in the land;
But I'm tired and sore at heart and ! dom
quite understand. i,
/ wonder how it had been if I'd taken wha
others need,
The plague, they say, OF wife, the care OF
younger breed?
If Edith Plesanton now we're near me a
Edith Reed!
Suppose that son well grown we're there il
the place of Dan,
| And I felt myself in him, as was when m.
work began?
should feel no older, sure and certainly NOR
aman!
A daughter, besides, in the house; nay, le
there be two or three!
We never can oyerdo the luck that can neve
And what has come to the most might ais
have come to me
I've thought, when a neighbor's wife or hi
child was carried away,
That to have no loss was a gain; but now
He seems to possess them still, under th
ridges of clay.
And share and share in a life is, somehow,
different thing
From poverty held by deed, and the richie
that oft take wing,
i I feel SO close in the breast-I think it must /
the spring.
Pm drying up like brook when the woot
have been cleared around;
You're sure it must always rnn, you are use
to the sight and sound,
But it shrinks till there's only left stony r,
in the grouud.
There's nothing to do but to take the days
\ they come and go.
And not to worry with thoughts that nobot
likes to show,
For people 50 seldom talk of the things thu
want to know.
There's times when the way is plain, az
everything nearly right,
9 And then of a sudden you stand like a III;
with clouded sight;
A bush seems often a beast in the dusk Of
falling night.
! I must move; my joints are stiff, the wealth
i is breeding rain,
And Dan is hurrying on, with his plow-tea
II up the lane 6ja
I'll go to the village store; I'd rather not ia
with Jane.
-Bayard Taylor