O,
it’s early in the morning for the farmer and his flock,
Pitching
hay into the mangers for the waiting, hungry stock.
Cleaning
off the stamping horses, cleaning out the steaming stalls,
Even
listening o’er the crunching for belated breakfast calls.
Then
the music of the milking as it strikes against the pails,
And
the freshness of the odors as our noses it assails
Makes
the mornings in the country full of health and full of charm,
For
there’s always plenty doing on a well conducted farm.
O,
the fragrance of the mornings, of the early buds perfume
As
they float across the window and pervade your sleeping room;
O,
the singing birds that waken at the breaking of the dawn!
No
alarm we need for waking on an early country morn.
When
the milking is completed and the stock is clean and fed,
And
the morning sun is breaking through the purple overhead,
With
the milk pail capped and foamy to the kitchen we retreat
Where
the coffee is a-steaming and the pancakes fit to eat!
Such
a breakfast in the country! Ham and eggs and muffins rare,
Maple
syrup on the pancakes which are browned with mother’s care;
Fragrant
coffee for a teaser, cream as thick as thick can be,
And
a dandy house-made doughnut for a filler, don’t you see!
O,
the goodness of the water from the old well handy by
Where
we slake our thirst each morning ere the sun mounts to the sky;
Where
we fill the jog o’er flowing for the field work far away,
Where
we swap a spicy story ere we scatter for the day.
Then
we hustle for the horses which are harnessed double quick;
Pa
is right amongst the helpers with the orders coming thick.
Some
are off to fix the fences, some are ploughing up the ground –
It
is part of pa’s religion that no idlers be around.
O,
the morning in the country! They are early – days are long,
But
we always have a story, and we always have a song;
There’
a heartiness about them and a health and freedom too –
O,
the early country mornings, may they never pass from view!
April
14, 1911
Pub. Boston
Herald, April 23, 1911
Herald, April 23, 1911
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