The poetical works of Bayard Taylor . s southern porch ; my chair seems easier here :I have nt seen as fine a spring this five-and-twenty year !And how the time goes round so quick! —a week, I would have swornSince they were husking on the flat, and now they plough for corn I V When I was young, time had for me a lazy oxs pace. But now its like a blooded horse, that means to win the race. And yet I cant fill out my days, I tire myself with naught; I d rather use my legs and hands than plague my head with thought. VI Theres IMarshall, too. I see from here : he and his boys begin. Why dont they
The poetical works of Bayard Taylor . s southern porch ; my chair seems easier here :I have nt seen as fine a spring this five-and-twenty year !And how the time goes round so quick! —a week, I would have swornSince they were husking on the flat, and now they plough for corn I V When I was young, time had for me a lazy oxs pace. But now its like a blooded horse, that means to win the race. And yet I cant fill out my days, I tire myself with naught; I d rather use my legs and hands than plague my head with thought. VI Theres IMarshall, too. I see from here : he and his boys begin. Why dont they take the lower field ? that one is poor and thin. A coat of lime it ought to have, but they re a doless set: They think swamp-mud s as good, but we shall see what corn they get! VII Across the level, Browns new^ place begins to make a show;I thought he d have to wait for trees, but, bless me, how they grow !They say it s fine —two acres filled with evergreens and things ;But so much laud ! it worries me, for not a cent it IM I HUILT THIS SOUTHERN PORCH (Page 244) THE OLD PENNSYLVANIA FARMER 245 vin He has the right, I dont deny, to please himself that way,But t is a bad example set, and leads young folks astray :Book-learning gets the upper-hand and work is slow and slack,And they that come long after us will find things gone to wrack, IX Now Reuben s on the hither side, his team comes back again ;I know how deep he sets the share, I see the horses strain :I had that field so clean of stones, but he must plough so deep,He 11 have it like a turnpike soon, and scarcely fit for sheep. X If father lived, I d like to know what he would say to these New notions of the younger men, who farm by chemistries : Theres different stock and other grass; theres patent plough and cart- Five hundred dollars for a bull! it would have broke his heart. XI The maples must be putting out: I see a something redDown yonder where the clearing laps across the meadows
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