THE FARMER'S FIRESIDE.

Clutha Leader, Volume II, Issue 73, 2 December 1875, Page 7

THE FARMER'S FIRESIDE.

Around the fire, one wintry night, The farmer's rosy children sat, The log fire lent its biasing light, And mirth went round, and harmless chat. When harlc!. a gentle hand they hear Low tapping at the outer door, And thus to gain" their willing ear, A feeble voice ,was,hcard implpre i :':; '.y.ux ntLi'juA' ■»''- " Cold blows the blast across the moor, , The sleet drives"hi§Sihgifa.Athe wind : ,'■ Li You toilsome mountain lies before,. . . . T -- ■« ; A dreary treeless waste behind. , ; AAi A L " My eyes are dim and weak with age ; No road, no path cariTf descry A . And these poor rags I'll stand the rage Of such a keen inclement sky. " So faint I am, these tottering feeb -Nd more -my palsied form can bear, . My freezing hearb forgets to beat, Ahd'driftirig snows my tomb prepare. - " Open your hospitable dd'or, And shield • me'fronPthe biting blast ; Coldi cold itblows across the. uioqr,>f ;r ; .' \77 The -vveary moor that I have passed." With hasty steps the farmer ran, ~ ' Arid close beside the fire- they 'place 1 7- • The poor half-frozen;beggav-man, With shaking limbs and pale-blue face. The little children 'flocking came, And chafed his frozen hands, in theirs ; , 1 busily J th^ : good oldti'ime ' ' ""•' '""\ { * A comfortable mess, prepares. Their kindness cheered his'drooping soul, • .fAndslowly down^^ Ws^wi?n]kl^d'cheeki j* . The big round tear waa seen to roll, ; -! Aud^ldthe-tliax&a-U4^uld'^o€ttfp^J^'^ - The cmldren*then beg^n* to-sigh,' A. — --"■-' .*- --rAnd all ( their e]^\ c ba^W a ß|^^l]jj2 T And yet they felt, they knew notf why; „ More glad' than^they had doulPbefpre.