The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1879-03-06
A Farmhouse Dirge. .

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Il thought you would come this morning
To-morrow's week, aye, just as the sun right
When With the night, the Vicar says, where
endeth never the day; =
5Bnt she's left . darkness behind her here l
wish she had taken away.
She - a no aoag yith r her, 49, '4' y
Tn the lonely bed where We laid her last, and
can't get her to speak or stir.
yves, Pm at work, it's time I was. I should
have begun before;
But,this is the room where she lay so still, ere
- they carried her past the door.
1'thoukhtl could never let her 20 where it
seems so lonely of nights;
But now am scrubbing and busting down,
and setting tn. place to rights.
All have kept are the flowers there, the last
that stood by her bed.
suppose must throw them away. She
locked much fairer when she VISA dead.
"Thsnk YOU, for thinking of her 10 much.
Kind thought is the truest friend.
wish you had seen how pleased she was
with the peaches you used to send.
She tired of them. too ere the end, so she did
: with all we tried; i;
But she liked to look at them all the same so
, we set them down By her side.
Their bloom and the flush upon her cheek
were alike, used to say;
Both were too smooth, and soft, and round,
and both have faded away.
- 49, w. 4.
II never could tell you how kind, too, were
the ladies' up at the hall;
Every noon, fair or wet. one Of them used to
E. call. =,
Worry and work seems ours, but yours pleas
ant and easy days,
And when all goes smooth, the rich and poor
have different lives and ways.
Sorrow and death bring men more close. it's
Joy that puts US apart;
IT'S comfort to think, though we're severed
so, we're all OF US one At heart.
v.
'she never wished to be smart and rich, as SO
many in these days do,
Nor cared to 20 in on market.days to stare at
the gay and new. -
She liked to remain at home and pluck the
white violets down in the wood:
She said to her sisters before she died, Wis SO
easy to be good"
She must have found it SO, think, and that
was the reason why.
God deemed it needles to leave her here. so
took her up to n n sky
1.-THE Vicar says that he knows she is there
and surely she ought TO be;
But though I repeat the words, tits hard to
believe what one does not see.
They did not want me to 20 to the grave but
could not have kept away,
And what ever do can only see a coffin and
church-ya:d clay,
Yes; Il know It's wrong to keep lingering there
and wicked and weak to fret;
And that's why I'm hard to work again for il
helps one to forget.
VII. ..- 8
1.-THE yonng ones don't seem to take to work
as their mothers and fathers did.
We never were asked if we liked or no, but
had to obey when bid.
There's Bessie won't swill the dairy now, nor
Richard call home the cows,
And all OF them cry, How can you, mother :?
when carry the wash to the sows.
Edith would drudge, for always Death the
hearth of the helpfAlest robs.
But she was so pretty could not bear to set
her on dirty jobs!
VIII.
; II don't know how it'll be with them when
sorrow and loss are theirs,
For it isn't likely that they'll escape their
pack OF worrlts and cares.
They say it's an age Of progress this, and q
sight Of things improves, -.-.
But sickness, and age, and bereavement seem
towork in the same old grooves
Fine they may grow, and that, but Death al
lief takes the moth as the grub.
When their dear ones die, I suspect they'll
wish they'd floor of their own to scrub
Austin Do0son, Contemporary Revie,o.