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Title: Poems of life in the country and by the sea
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Brown, Benjamin Francis, 1845-
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Publisher: Columbus, Ohio : (s.n.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ck Dad for a dollar or more. I expect he will squeal, but that wont do any good,Them young ones are eating his corn for their food;A quarter for one means a dollar for four,And if he hesitates, well stick him for more. 13 POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE ON THE OLD FARM Far away on the dear old farmIs a home with a lasting charm. Old and gray;Its roof with moss is coveredWhere the waving branches hovered Many a day. How often has the dawningOf a beautiful June morning. Long ago,At my window blushed while tellingOf the roses sweetly smelling, Just below. The beauty, like a blessing,Of Nature, sweet, caressing. Filled the air;The woods and fields were glorious,And summer reigned victorious Everywhere. In meadows sweet with hayingWe, happy children playing, Wandered free;The birds sang gaily oer usWhile we would join the chorus. Full of glee. The round-eyed daisies, spyingThe blue where clouds were flying. Seemed to say:Though sweet at times lifes story.Up- yonder lies its glory, Far away. 14
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The round-eyed daisies, spying. Photo by Phil M. Riley POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE Beside the brooklet flowingWe found fair gentians growing, Heavenly blue;And later, nuts deliciousEncased in burrs malicious. Two by two. Of work we made a pleasureIn filling many a measure, Husking corn ;Plump turkeys, round us feeding,Thanksgiving all unheeding, Fatal morn. By firesides ruddy glow,Outside, the drifting snow,— We would meet;With apples, ripe and red,And nuts on table spread, Such a treat. And as the flames leaped higherWe, gazing in the fire, Seemed to seeOld Santa Claus, gifts bringing.While Christmas bells were ringing Merrily. We had no thought of sorrow,Twas joy today, tomorrow, Then,—always.Ah, me, as years grow older.The world seems hard and colder, Shorn of rays. But far beyond its toiling,Beyond its sad turmoiling, Shines the lightOf Heaven, a joy forever.Where the bright day shall never End in night. i6

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