POETRY.
OLD AND HEW.
I tell you what, The farmer’s lot Was anything but funny 5 His daily toil Was in the soil In qaeat of ready money. At early dawn, With weary yawn, Ho rued the night was over j Then hied away To eke the day Mid fields of grain and clover. • The good wife, too. When stdly through A world of weary trouble j No time for rest, But work her best To moke the fortune double. But now apace Another race Of farmer’s wights is coming; With level brains They take the reins And modern tunes are humming. The middle men Should sweat and tan Just like his honest neighbour, For those who hold The shining gold Must be the men who labour. Then ho who ploughs And milks the cows, Or plants the yearly tillage, Will be the peer Of any seer Who struts a Yankee village. “ Grange Bulletin.”
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Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2555, 16 June 1882, Page 3
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154POETRY. Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2555, 16 June 1882, Page 3
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