A Rural Song.

Opunake Times, Volume I, Issue 44, 30 November 1894, Page 4

A Rural Song.

* I would flee from the city’s rule and law—from its fashions and forms cut loose—and go where the strawberry grows on its straw and the gooseberry grows on its goose ; where the catsup tree is climbed by the cat as she clutches for her prey the guileless and unsuspecting rat on the rattan bush at play. I will watch at ease the saffron cow and cowlet in their glee, as they leap in joy from bough to bough on top of a cowslip tree ; and list while the partridge drums in the wood, and the dog devours the dogrose fruit in the primitive solitude. Qb, let me drink from the moss-grown pump that was hewn from a pumpkin tree; eat curds and drink milk from a rural stump, from form and fashion free; new garnered mush from the mushroom vine, and milk from the milk weed sweet, with luscious pineapple from the pine —such goods as the gods might cat. And then to the whitewashed dairy I’ll turn where the dairymaid hastening hies, her ruddy and ' gold red butter to churn from the milk of the butterflies; and I’ll rise at morn with the earliest bird, to the fragrant farmyard pass, and watch while the farmer turns his herd of grasshoppers oat to grass.—Guelph Herald.