A new library of poetry and song: . —Lay a goodly swath, shaved smooth and low ! Prinu is the day — Swing, swing, swing ! Famier Eusset is aged and gray —Gray as the frost, but fresh as the spring. Straight is he As the given fir-tree ;And with heart most blithe, and sinews leads the row with his merry scythe. Come, boys ! strike up the old song While we ciirle around —The song we always in haytime sing — And let the woods ring. And the echoes prolong The merrv sound! July is just in the nick of time ! (Hay-weather, hay-weather;)The midsummer month is the golden primeFor haycocks smel
A new library of poetry and song: . —Lay a goodly swath, shaved smooth and low ! Prinu is the day — Swing, swing, swing ! Famier Eusset is aged and gray —Gray as the frost, but fresh as the spring. Straight is he As the given fir-tree ;And with heart most blithe, and sinews leads the row with his merry scythe. Come, boys ! strike up the old song While we ciirle around —The song we always in haytime sing — And let the woods ring. And the echoes prolong The merrv sound! July is just in the nick of time ! (Hay-weather, hay-weather;)The midsummer month is the golden primeFor haycocks smelling of clover and thyme ; — (Swing all together I)July is just in the nick of time ! Chorus. 0, we 11 make our hay while the good sunshines —AVe 11 waste not a gtdden minute !No shadow of storm the blue arch lines : We 11 waste not a minute — not a minute!For the west-wind is fair ;0, the hay-day is rare ! —The sky is without a brown cloud in it! June is too early for richest hay ; (Fair weather, fair weather ;). Pant par J. F. Millet Ktwvdlcr^ Pub. Grnvdpar F. THE MAN wrm rm<: hoe. Written apter seeing Painting. God made in His own iniaj^u, In tlic imago of God made lie liini.—Genesis. Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on llie ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on liis hack the burden of the worhi. Wlio made him dead to ra|)ture and des|)air, A thing tliat grieves not and that never hopes, SloHd anfl stunned, a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow ? Whose breath blew out the light within this brain ? THE MAX WITH THE Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gaveTo have dominion over sea and lantl;To trace the stars and search the heavens ibr jxiwer;To feel the jiassion of Eternity ?Is this the Dream He dreamed who shaped the sunsAnd marked their ways upon the ancient deep ?Dow
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