. Home ballads . JANE REED. If I could forget, she said, forget, and begin again! We see so dull at the time, and, looking back, so plain : There s a quiet thats worse, I think, than many a spoken strife, And it s wrong that one mistake should change the whole of a life. * There s John, forever the same, so steady, sober, and mild ;He never storms as a man who never cried as a child :Perhaps my ways are harsh, but if he would seem to be fewer swallowed words and a lighter load to bear. ^Here, Cherry !--shes found me out, the calf I raised in the sprmg,And a likely heifer shes grown
. Home ballads . JANE REED. If I could forget, she said, forget, and begin again! We see so dull at the time, and, looking back, so plain : There s a quiet thats worse, I think, than many a spoken strife, And it s wrong that one mistake should change the whole of a life. * There s John, forever the same, so steady, sober, and mild ;He never storms as a man who never cried as a child :Perhaps my ways are harsh, but if he would seem to be fewer swallowed words and a lighter load to bear. ^Here, Cherry !--shes found me out, the calf I raised in the sprmg,And a likely heifer shes grown, the foolish, soft-eyed thing!Just the even color I like, without a dapple or speck,—O Cherry, bend down your head, and let me cry on your neck! 46 3^ANE REED. The poor dumb beast she is, she never can know nor tell,And it seems to do me good, the very shame of the spell :So old a woman and hard, and Joel so old a man. —But the thoughts of the old go on as the thoughts of the young began ! Its guessing that
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