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The Deserted Farm

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Parent Issue
Day
24
Month
March
Year
1891
Copyright
Public Domain
Poem
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A draot worn traveler draws his rein At sunset's'dreamy hour, With longing look o'er hill and plain íxives sway to nieinory's power. Long years have passed since last he view His natrive heath and hill, And silence now with shadowy brood Makes nature weirdly still. There stands thé homestead of his youth, And clustering round its door Oome visions bright of love and truth From mmory's endless store. He sees again his father's form Within the doorway stand, His tliin locks, whitened by the storm, By passing breezes fanned; Mother and sisters, brothers, there Resume tlieir wonted place, And lost awhile in scènes so fair He sees each loving face. Bat wakened from his blissful dream , The past returns no more; Alone he stands while sunset's gleam Casts shadows on the door. Deserted now its windows blank , Ktare at the passerby. And weeds and grasses stale and rank. In wind swept chaos lie. No more from pastures green, at night, To farmyard come the kine. Nor homeward come with hearts so light The boys of "auld lang syne." No neighing steed from yonder stall Impatient calis his mate; The sliade- of night around Mm fall. And all is desolate. H e turns again- with lingering look Burreys the old domain. He hears the murmuring of the brook Which onward seeks the plain; His old New England hül&idc homo, Amid the gathering gloom- The wanderer turns once more to roam And leaves it to its doom. The sighing winds a requiem sing Amid tht cheerless calm, A eaddened memory still to bring The old "deflertfid farm "

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Ann Arbor Argus