The farm for Sale.
*With weary heart and trembling hand , I guide the team afield, Good horses—ah ! they seem to know The shadow on the bield. The skies are lowering overhead. Misfortune blows a g-sle ; Put up a board and write thereon These words : " This farm for sale." What! sell the homestead, broad and fair, Tlie dearest spot on. earth ? Shall strangers sit where I have sat, Around the cosy hearth 1 The farm where mother took the vows That made her father's bride ? The place where laughing Nell was born, The spot where Willie died ? What! must I part with memories That are so dear to me'? The mossy spring, the purling brook, The laden apple tree ? The shadow s of departed ones liiae up and touch my arm ; I hear their pleading voices now, " Do not desert the farm ? " While I have strength to swing the axe, While I can guide the plough, While I Can toil and bring the sweat Of labor to my brow, I'll keep misfortune's wolf at bay ! Love triumphs over gold ! Take down the board and break it, for The farm shall not be sold.
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Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2524, 22 September 1890, Page 2
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192The farm for Sale. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2524, 22 September 1890, Page 2
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