. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ethrough my threescore years and ten, That I wouldnt be surprised to see a railroadin the air. Or a Yankee in a flyin ship a-goin most any-where. Theres a difference in the work I done, and the work my boys now do;Steady and slow in the good old way, worry and fret in the new ;But somehow I think there was happiness crowded into those toiling days,That the fast young men of the present will not see till they change their ways. To think that I ever should live to see work done in this
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ethrough my threescore years and ten, That I wouldnt be surprised to see a railroadin the air. Or a Yankee in a flyin ship a-goin most any-where. Theres a difference in the work I done, and the work my boys now do;Steady and slow in the good old way, worry and fret in the new ;But somehow I think there was happiness crowded into those toiling days,That the fast young men of the present will not see till they change their ways. To think that I ever should live to see work done in this wonderful way 1Old tools are of little service now, and farinin is almost play;The women have got their sewin-machines, their wringers, and every sich thing,And now play croquet in the door-yard, or .sit in the parlor and sing. Twasnt you that iia l:ite, a toilin for you and were cows to milk ; there was buttiT to make; and many a day did you standA wiuhin rny toil-stained ganiiiiita, and wringiii em out by Vi»-iF NEW ENGLAND. 105 Ah ! wife, our children will never see the hard work we have seen,For the heavy task and the long task is now done with a machine ;No longer the noise of the scythe I hear, the mower—there ! hear it afar ?A-rattlin along through the tall, stout grass with the noise of a railroad car. Well! the old tools now are shoved away; they stand a-gatherin many an old man I have seen put aside with only a crust; When the eye grows dim, when the step is weakwhen the strength goes out of his arm, The best thing a poor old man can do is tohold the deed of the farm. There is one old way that they cant imprcvt,although it has been tried By men who have studied and studied, andworried till they died ; It has shone undimmed for ages, like gold re-fined from its dross; Its the way to the kingdom of heaven, bythe simple way of the cross. MEW ENGLAND. S. S. PEENTISS.
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