The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1886-12-18
when the Cows Come Home.

i Wnel the COWS Come hOnles
A correspondent of the Washington
Capitol says of the following exquisi,'
production
lknoW not who wrote this song y
| the sunset, for 1t never reached my ear
0efUre. In memory II associates ilesi
with the ssOid Oaken Bucket" s'Th'
Rain On the Root" and elsie of Lon@
Ago." but it surpasses MI these beautl'
tui poems IN Yentleness aud beauty Il
0as more than all of them, t"e rhy mtl
and melody OF art. Toe words snd
IDEAS are welded in strain Of exqu'.
SITE music. is
thought of jean luselUW, Or Clartes
Klugsley, or ths spirit Of old Euylaad.
don't thick 1t was written In Amer
ics, for We are hardly old enough ye'
tor such finished work.
However, It Is one of the songs Ut TIT
human race. Il Is QUE Of those inelO.
dies which have strength 10 cross y
lifeline, century; and which buds
It's fullest appreciation iu the heart Ol
msn ss he nears the tomO. In this
gentle song ms mirage Ut our Child.
aoOd's happy days Is once moIe lifteu
above S.tne desp rAVine vi lneuOty.'
We behold the vision through Oni
tears, and greet it's music win q slsl1els
sob:
With kilngle, klangle, klingle,
Far down the dusty dingle,
The cOWs are coming home;
Now sweet aud clear, aud faint aud low,
The airy tinklings come and go,
Like chimings from the far OF tower,
Or gatherings OF an April shower,
That makes the daisies grow;
Ko long, ko ling, ko linxlleinyle,
Far down the dArkenlnB dlnkie,
The COWS come slowly home;
And old-time friends, aud twilight plays
And starry nights and sunny days,
Come trooping up the misty ways,
When the COWS come home.
With the jingle, jingle, jingle
son tones That sweetly mingle,
The COWS are coming nome;
Malvine aud Pearl and tloromel,
Red HOSE aud Gretchen Schell,
queen bess aud Sylph, and SpanYted Sue
Across the fields hear her ''loO-loo,"
And clang her silver bell, ... II
Go-iang, kO-lang, go-IingIetingte. 4
With faint, far sounds that MlnKle,
The COWS come slowly home;
Aud mother songs OF long gone years,
And baby joys and childish tears,
And youthful hopes and youthful tears,
When the COWS come home.
With ringle. ranKle, ringle,
BY twos and threes and single,
The COWS are coming hGme;
Through the violet air We see the town.
And the summer sun is stipp ny down.,
And the maple in the hazei klade
arrows down the path u longer shade, /
Aud the hills are growing brown;
TO-ring, to-ring, to-ringle rinYle
by threes and tours ANA siugle,
The COWS come slowly home,
The same sweet sound OF WOruless psalm,
The same sweet June day rest and calm,
The saline sweet smell OF buds and balm,
When The COWS come home. h
With tinkle, tankIe. tink1e,
Through fern aud perewinkle,
The COWS are coming home;
4 lettering in the checkered stream,
Where sun rays glance and Kleam,
PeechblOOm and Phebe Phillis,
stand knee deep in the creamy ltIlies,
In drOwsy dream;
Te-link, to.link, lo-linkle,
The cows come slowly home;
And up through memories deep ravine,
Come the BROOKS old song and Ats oId-time
sheen,
And the crescent of the silver Queen,
When the COWS come home.
With klinkle, klankle, klinkle,
With loo-oo and moo-oo and jingle,
The cows are coming home;
And over there on Merline hill,
sounds the plaintive cry OF the whip-poor-
will,
And the dew drops lie on the tangled vines,
And over the silent mill
Ko-ling, ko-lang, ko-linglelingle,
With ting a-ling and jingle,
The cows come slowly home.
Let down the bars; let in the train
If long gone songs and flowers and rain,
Nor dear old times come back again,
When the COWS come home.