The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1883-10-06
LEAVING THE FARM.
BY MRS. E. V. WILSON.

BY MIKE E We hiLsON.
So, William, must go to town, and leave the
dear old place.
Your hair is gray, your form is bent and wrinkIed
is your face;
And when stand before the glass to put nv collar
scarce to pin it straight my sight is SO
gone.
The children we're growing DID, too old for such
And Daniel he will take the place-you know he's
not shirk-
And that young wife of his, think. is smart as
She's light of foot and light of heart, and good to
you and me.
They're to keep the farm in shape, and not let
But I'm afraid wen never be content to live in
town.
You know since Mary married we've been there on
and off,
And once 1 stayed a month or mere, the spring I
had that cough.
Mary was good and loving, and her husband he was
kind:
But got so tired and homesick feared I'd lose my
mind.
1t wasn't lack of company-some was always
You knew that folks who live in town have lots of
time to spare.
The church was very handy, and liked the preach
er, too;
And tended all the meetings; what else had 1 to
do?
But, oh longedsto hear the cows come lowing
down the lane,
And to hear the horses champing they ate the
golden grain
And to hear the proud hens clucking, and the
mother turkeys call
The pleasant music of the farm, did SO miss it
And longed to see my garden, and the apple trees
in bloom,
And to pun the clover blossoms and breathe their
And, William, youn be like me; you need not
laugh frown,
For you'n never be contented to settle down in
town.
Just think about it, william; it's forty years and
Since you and together left old ohio's shore.
mind as If twere yesterday, my mothers tear
wet face,
The firm clasp of my fathers hand, my sisters
warm embrace;
And on! never shall forget how the prairie wide
and vast,
Stretched out before me, when you said Well
dear, here's home at last"
The words seemed such mockery, where nothing
looked like home,
The very clouds seemed farther off, and higher
Now as [ look around me on the fields of waving
corn,
The orchard and the meadow the farmhouse and
the barn,
All the past comes up before me, can see the cabin
small,
The little iow-roofed cabin, that barely held MS
all,
And the lonely, lonely prairie, with not house in
sight:
All the tears that wet my pillow when you thought
slept at night.
Yes, it's true we soon had neigh5ors; and how
homelike 1t did seem,
Whsn of evenings from our doorway we couId see
their candles CLEAN.
Looking round upon the prairie. where we watched
that lonely light.
Now from many a friendly window shine the earth
stars clear and bright,
But no beacon to the sailor, homeward bound upon
the sea,
Ever shone with brighter uster than that twinking
light to me.
Then the children kept on coming, till the small
house overfowed,
And their childish love and laughter helped us all
along our road
The dear God blessed and prospered us; to Him be
all the praise
Then when we built the house, what happy
times we had,
Peace and plenty dwelt among us, and the days
were short and glad
know we had trials crops would fail and sick
ness come
And before deaths AWFUL presence we have bowed
in anguish dumb
But comforted each other, for we said sEHis
word is sure,n
Though we walk among the shadows, still His
promises endure"
Now the shadows all are lifted we are in sweet
50 Beulah land
And His presence is about us, we can feel His guild
ing hand.
1t is hard to leave the farmbut the children are all
grown
As we we're when justw welded, you and are now
alone.
But Oh the difference 10 us! then orr lives had
just begun,
And our lifework lay before us; now our networks
almost done.
Why, the sun is setting, William. How fast the
days go by,
See those clouds of blue and crimson lying on the
Western sky.
This world very beautiful; sometimes it seems to
me
can hardly bear to leave il and then, DEAR when
see
How feeble l am getting, feel ready quite to CO.
The children do not need me, and you'l come soon
l know
Low spirited? All, no, I'm not. "He doeth all
things WE'LL"
And happy and God fearing the children round lis
dwell,
And Pm ready for the fitting like the leaves in au-
tumn brown
But I'm afraid wen never be content to live in
town. Chicago Inter Ocean.