The Deserted Farm

Fiir up the slope of yonder eastern hlll. A liiiicly furin house llngers In deoay ; Deserted, cheerless, desolate and gray, Tiie sport of wiuds that moek lt at thelr wlll. The (arm Is harren ; but the Btony rlll runt babble throuah lt.aiiBWered lotheplay Of oblldreu once, who grew, and went away, Wlth recolleellons that nre tender stlll. Now, In the new New Eiilund of tho West, Olfuprlng of th Is, have other homes upgrown ; Whence loving thoughts tty back to vonder crest, Llke blrds of passage frora a klndller zone ; In lond remembrance of the parents nest As once lt was be.ore the brood had tlown.