The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . s, its rocks with verdure glows the sun upon the fields that fringe the flowing rover,Still epauleted bumble bees hum toiling in the stalwart man in middle life a well hung scythe is robin in an apple tree the same old song is toiler stops—he looks around; with sweat his brow is streaming:He gazes on the windrows wide, is lost in thought or thinks of other fields hes seen with Death engaged in mowing,Where comrades lay like his broad swaths, with blood from deep wounds hears the whist
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . s, its rocks with verdure glows the sun upon the fields that fringe the flowing rover,Still epauleted bumble bees hum toiling in the stalwart man in middle life a well hung scythe is robin in an apple tree the same old song is toiler stops—he looks around; with sweat his brow is streaming:He gazes on the windrows wide, is lost in thought or thinks of other fields hes seen with Death engaged in mowing,Where comrades lay like his broad swaths, with blood from deep wounds hears the whistle of the ball, the shells around him sees companions near him fall, but hears no words theyre sees the royal-hearted north, rewarding well-earned kings—who crown and place may undeserved sees the stars his coimtry placed upon her valiant feels near thirty years have made firm friends of former back of all he sees and hears the friends from whom he parted, 198. (U O o b JZ ^ CAJ tr. t/T TO -^ -C <U 0) J=, ;-^ 3 in TO O z CC 1 OJ 77; J= ?^ I^ The words that his brave Jenny spoke, though ahnost broken-hearted : The love that made their parted days cirag through themonths so slowly Has blessed for years the worthy pair in bonds of wedlockholy. Their children cheer their days of toil, beguile their hoursof leisure. Transforming dutys rugged road to charming paths ofpleasure. To-day he sees upon the porch, the porch so wide and shady,A gentleman well bent with years, his wife a gentle as he leans upon his snath, is resting from his eyes, now dim, are turned to him, four lips him praise mother and the father aged together there are father lays his Bible down; the mother drops her old farm never looked so well, the crops neer promised hearts of that old worthy pair this morn were throbbing lighter. God bless such home
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