The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1912-03-20


pride will soon disappear. There are many
steps to be mounted before we reach the
top but will let you ascend alone, while |
paint for you rude picture of rural bliss:
| turned my eyes from gazing at the sun
sets golden glow,
To meet the moving figures of the pleasant
scene below;
Twas quaint and vivid picture, for each
one upon the farm,
Lent willing hand in helping, at the
house and at the barn.
The sleeping dog upon the mat, awoke
with start and yawn,
Stretched his limbs, and away cross the
field he was gone.
Soon the cows at the gate stood, switching
their tails,
And out came the farmer, gaily swinging
the pals;
Each COW, as she passed. tossed her head
with moo,
For she knew she'd be fed, when tina milk
ing was through.
The horses in their stalls began to paw and
TO neigh,
While Fred from the NOW was throwing
the hay,
Hastily descending the ladder he pours
them some oats,
Into managers on which the paint shows in
faint coats;
With drink from the stream that ripples
down the dell,
The sheep come grazing homeward, with a
tinkling ofthe bell,
The geese in stately tread march straight i'm
Indian file,
Then, with Tapping of their wings, fly
screaming off while.
The ducks down at the pond group and
talk in fits,
One yawnS with stretch of leg and wing,
then quietly settling sits;
While over by the gate stands the old
black hen,
She's, been scratching all day for her
chickens ten.
The brave old chanticleer, with high and
lofty air,
Hurls out his shrill vaunt, as around him
he doth glare.
The peacocks on the fence proudly strut
ting to and fro,
That his gaudy plumage to the world he
may the better show;
With flap of their wing they all started
on the run,
For Nell to the door, with pan of feed,
had come.
The pigs in their pen were grunting and
eating their fill,
For George had just given them some corn
and some Swill.
While the cows were munching their share
of husk and grain,
To the house where Kate was waiting, the
merry farmer came;
His pals, the white foam dripping Ter,
were emptied in the pans,
While out in the kitchen the farmer was
busy washing his hands;
The chores all done they gathered round.
the table neatly spread,
And raised their hearts in thanks to God
for gifts of daily bread.
Their hunger stayed, they loitered round
with many laugh and shout,
And watched the tickle fireilies that fitted
all about,
And seeking out a quiet nook, so dear to
each ones heart,
To talk about their early days, the old folks
sat apart,
When To- across the eastern sky brighter
glory shone,
And the sunset and the moonrse were
mingled into one.
And thus into the quiet night the twilight
lapSed away,
And deeper in the Frightening moon the
tranquil shadows lay,
When suddenly there came hush upon
the noisy throng,
And tenderly and sweetly it was waited
into song;
And when the song was ended, from out
the Sacred Book,
The old man read a message, with serene
and tender look
The cricket scraped its rib-like bars, the
treetoad purred a whirring tone;
And then the heavens were set with stars,
and | was sitting there alone;
And as unused upon this scene so richly
fraught with love,
My thoughts were waited from the earth
to God who reigns above.
| thanked him for this picture ere | let
the curtain fall,
For his great love the ruler, and the maker
of it all.