“Abandoned
farm for sale,” how sad
Those words appear before our eyes;
A
harsh, unfeeling sign displayed
Upon a stretch of paradise.
A
broken string in nature’s lute,
A blight upon the shining day;
A
discord in the psalm of life,
A secret sorrow, laid away.
“Abandoned
farm for sale,” O, ye
Of little faith and fear of toil!
Go
back unto your mother earth,
Go back unto your native soil.
Unloose
the plow, let sound the axe,
Red lip and cheek now drawn and pale;
Be
nature’s nobleman, and there
Will be no sign of “farm for sale”.
June
29, 1902
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