POETRY.

Western Star, Issue 336, 14 February 1880, Page 7

POETRY.

DRIVING HOME THE COWS. Quit of the clover and blue-eyed grass, He turned them into the river-lane; One after another he let them pass, _ Then fastened the meadow bars again. Under the willows and over the hill. He patiently followed their sober pace; The merry whistle for once was still, And something shadowed the sunny face. Onily a hoy! and his father had said He never wouli lei his youngest go.; Two already were lying dead, Under the feet of the trampling toe. But after the evening work was done, And the frogs loud in the meadow swamp, Over his shoulder he slung bis gnu And stealthily followed the foot-path damp. Across the clover and through the wheat, With resolute heart and purpose grim, Though cold was the dew on bis hurrying feet, And the blind bats flitting startled him. Thrice since then had the lanes been white, And the orchard sweet with apple bloom ; Anil now when the cows came home at night, . The feeble father drove them home. For news had come to the lonely farm That three were lying where two had lain ; And the old man’s tremulous palsied arm Could never lean ou a sou’s again. The summer day grew cool and late, He went for the cows when the work was done; r But down the lane as he opened the gate, He saw them coming one by one, Brindle, Ebony, Speckle and Bess, Shaking their horns in the evening wind ; Cropping the buttercups out of the grass, But who was it following close behind ? Loosely swung in the idle air The empty sleeve of army blue ; And worn and pale from the crisping hair, Looked out a face that the father knew. For Southern prisons will sometimes yawn, And yield their dead unto life again ; And the day that comes with a cloudy dawn In golden glory at last may wane. The great tears sprang to the meeting eyes ; For the heart must speak when the lips are dumb, And under t he silent evening skies Together they followed the cattle homo. . From Habpeb’s Magazine.