XXVI. Farewell, thou cottage, for 't is late at eve, Some through yon scattered woods, that skirt the moor, XXVII. The thoughtful farmer reads the Sacred Book, A smile for those, to thee who humbly pray, XXVIII. Thou, Lord of Heaven above, and earth below, In innocence and honor let her stand, And centuries yet to come, oh, hold her in thy hand. American Cottage Life. (11.) THE HOME IN THE MOUNTAINS. [A few miles back of the early residence of the writer, is a range of beautiful mountains. They are gradual in their ascent, and in some places cultivated to the top. They are inhabited by an industrious and intelligent, and, for the most part, a religious people. These mountains were the scene of the writer's youthful visits; and it was his good fortune to become acquainted with some of the inhabitants. It is the object of the following Poem to embody some of the pleasing impressions to which that acquaintance gave rise.] I. I, WHO with other scenes familiar grown, Attentive, meditate my simple lays, Inspired by truth, perchance, if wanting other praise. II. Up, from the mart of busy commerce flee, III. "T was thus I onward fared, one summer's day, That upward to the Farmer's dwelling led. As through the woods I went, my rural friend to meet. IV. Nor was the meeting void of friendship's truth, Although, perchance, at times, some clouds may intervene. V. His bliss was not in Idleness, 't is true. And wanton days and slothful, did not know. VI. Uprose the sun, and "uprose Emily; Thus English Chaucer sung in days of old. Uprose the sun; nor was less pleased to see The Farmer's daughters, with his eye of gold. The morning maids were at their milking pail ; And soon the cows, obedient to their word, Regained, in lengthened row, the distant vale; And all around, to higher anthems stirred, From glittering bush and tree, sung loud the early bird. VII. The maids, if right I saw, were well content, Nor envied aught the sport and splendor found Among the gay, the proud, the opulent. Far other cares they knew. The daily round Of household duties occupied their thought; The churn, the wheel, and to the parent pair, By Nature's strong unerring instinct taught, They fondly gave their homage and their care. Such were their useful toils, such humble joys they share. VIII. One ruling wish they had. It was to spend Upon their native hills their peaceful days, Where they had known the neighbor and the friend, A parent's fondness, and a brother's praise. "Still to our hearts our native hills are dear," Thus sung they oft by murmuring brook and tree, Where, with their gossip maids they sit and hear, At sultry noon or starlight shining free, Of all their sports and toils, the humble history. IX. Those, who are pent in sylvan scenes apart, Though but the story of his faithful plough, X. Sometimes the sheep, that stray, ne'er come again; But all such things shall pass, as they have come, every When Lucy's brother from the town comes home, And Jeannie's lad returns from o'er the sea, To rest from toil awhile, in mountain liberty. |