THE SONG OF THE FARM.

Waipawa Mail, Volume XVI, Issue 2715, 30 January 1892, Page 3 (Supplement)

THE SONG OF THE FARM.

The poppies that peep from the wheat at mom, With pearls of the night dew glittering still. The shadows that race o’er the waving com And the shy little runnel down under the hill. The hoary old orchard whose trees are bent. And the clover-fields where the honey-bees swarm. Cry, “ Come to tbe cradle of calm content : Come, see Mother Nature at home on x farm I 44 Here are billows of meadow whose waves are 90 sweet They perfume the air ; here are mountain* ot hav ; Here are little winds lost upon oceans of wheat. And butterflies shipwrecked in hollyhock spray; Here is peace in the air and a smile in the sky. And never a fear of deception or barm. From the cares and the woes of a city life fly To old Mother Nature, who lives ou a, farm !” And so the old song from the cherry-tree tops And arbours where Bacchus might gather x treat. From old-fashioned sparrows that five in a. copse. And not in the dirt of an ill-smelling street. From the b9es aud the kine and tbe sentinel err Of the cock, whose shrill clarion bodes no alarm, Rings out to the city folk ever and aye : ■Comeback to Dame Nature ; she Hves on * farm I” J. P. 8., in AVic York World.