IN THE MANSE.
The minister sits in his parlour, His family around ; In the old manse by the churchyard, hich to all is hallowed ground. Then forth speaks John, the eldest, ‘ 1 will no longer stay Here in this dull old village. The same from day to day. 1 1 Hgo to foreign countries, , And strive for fame and gold ; I 11 win the world’s applause, For my spirit is right bold.' ‘ And I,’ said daughter Ellen, ‘l’ll wed a captain brave; With him I’ll roam the wor.d o’er And find the joy I crave. I’ll wed no smooth-tongued parson, All full of pious lore : I’ve had enough of parsons, And wish to see no more. ‘ And when you read my letters, You all will envy me— Enjoying wealth and fortune In lands beyond the sea.’ Then spoke the aged parson : — • My children be not vain ; The world to those who’ve tried it Is but a dreary plain. * Toil waits for those who travel— It is not good to roam ; But fortune, love, and pleasure You all may find at home.'
Andrew M. Lang.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 43, 28 October 1893, Page 342
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184IN THE MANSE. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 43, 28 October 1893, Page 342
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