The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . t for a tonic that the doctor left Ive used a day or twoAnd hope that in a little while it may my strength somehow, wife, Ive lost my sand as Charley used to say;For now I dread as burdensome what formerly was music once when scythe and stone gave forth their merry ringAs dear to me as when the lark its mellow song would singI loved to see the green grass lie a tribute at my feet,A tribute which the summer air would spray in odors keen blade hiding near the ground would seem without my heedTo swing and sing as eas
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . t for a tonic that the doctor left Ive used a day or twoAnd hope that in a little while it may my strength somehow, wife, Ive lost my sand as Charley used to say;For now I dread as burdensome what formerly was music once when scythe and stone gave forth their merry ringAs dear to me as when the lark its mellow song would singI loved to see the green grass lie a tribute at my feet,A tribute which the summer air would spray in odors keen blade hiding near the ground would seem without my heedTo swing and sing as easily as blackbirds on a reed;All morn Id toil and startle when I heard the horn at noon,And wonder how time sped so fast, why dinner was so soon. But now it is an effort, wife, a single swath to mow;Oft looking up I wonder why the sun should move so whet the scythe at every bout, if not half way between—Oft wipe my brow wi^^h handkerchief and on the old snatli weeds neer in the garden grew one-half so fast and tall, 196. o 03 n OJ -G ? O V3 Q- ^ (U ^ c/T ?*— t-. ^ rt ^ a; U >i o _c o -^ a. — 3 S >^ ?^ rt r^ X) a; o bt i-H < The stones were never near the weight to lift upon the Buck and Bright, who years ago I thought so dreadful slow(Though they like me are getting old) now faster seem to Thursday last we started off to take the load up hillAnd I declare it tuckered me to keep along, and stillI nothing had to hold me back, no yoke or heavy load,Unless it be the yoke of years, that load by Time bestowed. Yes, wife, I feel Im growing old, and sadly do I traceThe wrinkles Time has lately ploughed across your saddened miss our noble Charley, wife, and wonder when hell beBack safely from the dreadful war, restored to you and to us and Jenny, wife. How brave the dear girl one of all the world, my dear, to be our girl and has a true, brave womans heart, yet when his name I speakThe tears with smiles keep w
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