The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1896-03-13
A Midnight Reverie.


A Midnight Reverie.
Last night as lay on my pillow,
Last night as lay on my bed,
Strange things crowded into m;' head;
Making 1t feel like bent willow
/ Wanting to be loo Ied from its burden.
| thought of my birthplace far away,
Where the Indians roam around,
Where Strawberries grow on n IL ound,
| And where the sun b, at hot all the day;
My first home far out on the prairie
And then we came back to old Hooking,
got sick; they said would die;
TO save me, baptizinS they try:
| wore out a new cradle rocking,
All in the summer that was two.
Then we lived with an oil lady;
That remember not about;
Later in house farther OUT
Where II was cooler and more shady;
l spent pleasant hours with Its owner
From he re into the country we went;
Meuma's Hill, it's called to this day;
There on my swing loved to play;
To town mother and often went
While father was at work far away.
remember my dog and our horse;
And the noise the cats made at night,
Bumping heards 'gainst the II Dor In fight
How cried, and was filled with remorse,
At the deaths of my dog and our horse.
How well remember two big trees,
", IL, .l..Is Al al.
Here, came when my pay was done:
To swing, TO rest and to catch the breeze,
Under those beautiful silver trees.
But must not forget to mention,
The old, old house wherein we dwelt;
OF logs snu plaster II was built;
No doubt, built with good intention,
But 1t proved poor invention.
The rain washed the yellow mud down,
Spoilt our carpets and tempcrs too;
As 1t might do the best of you
From floor TO garret, muddy brown:
And o the rats! that played around.
There is a new house that they have built
The old barn just across the road;
The orchard behind our abode;
The old chicken coop long ago built:' u
ANA tnc garucn Deslue the Olu mouse,
My next home in little village,
Not far this side of Columbus;
All unknown was an omnibus,
In this, the busy little village,
Where thousands Of tile are daily made.
Well do remember the alder,
That grew by the side of the lane,
Which led from the woods to the train;
All my playma;es who were much older
Than /, and thought themselves wiser too.
And there, too, was II "Guerrlla Book"
think shall never forget.
Tho hucksters came the eggs to get.
And there was The corn | used to hook,
And feed to Lucy in the stable.
My thoughts wander TO my beloved pet;
'Neuno" and had lots of fun;
He got poisoned ana was done;
! still had my swing and my dolls yet;
But dead! yes, dead! was my dear old pet.
Again we came back TO old Hooking;
And ut The death OF my grandmother;
And then lived with my grandfather;
On little spot near old Hooking;
Where IL was rain through, not on the reOf.
Then we bought little brown cottaga,
WIN several nice trees In front;
IL was home' though ithad no fount;
There were grape arbors ncE the cottage;
But Mi nroved m mo In th.Ir do,o.e
j 'hlhk OF those happy, happy days,
spent with my dolls and my eats
With my dog, my swing and old hats;
And o! how enjoyed those plays,
I'm the good old days or long ngn
About ihis tlme, nrst went to school;
WIN the exception OF three days,
spent taxing In country ways;
But since i've erown older. / iove scbonI
VI al .he run tongue could never tell;
All the meanhess th at was pursued,
ana n'i 'he wax mat mas been chewed'
Would make n book dceper thnn n weu.
utmost iorsot 10 mention DOCKS
Ar'th'ne'i'' Nenuer, uramm"r'
geography ana the frimmeri
Wohuer ana pride OF the iencher's BOOKS