Friday, September 18, 2015

The Fence Around The Farm



‘Twas when a boy, a little boy, when life was most to me;
‘Twas when I lived upon the farm in plain obscurity.
I know of life amongst the birds, the wood and meadows calm,
But never knew what lay beyond the rail fence round the farm.

The farm was large, and I was all the child there was to play,
But I was happy as a lark each golden summer’s day;
And, now, it seems to me that when life held its greatest charm,
Was when I never knew beyond the fence around the farm.

Since then I’ve seen the different lives beyond the old rail fence;
I’ve travelled through this busy world and learned its incidents;
And when my sorrows and my woes, would rest within my palm,
Was when I never knew beyond the rail fence around the farm.

I’ve supped on many pleasures in this so-called golden age;
The world calls me successful on its closely written page;
But my life was most successful, and farthest off from harm,
When I never knew beyond the fence that ran around the farm.



Sept. 18, 1894
Boston Courier,
Feb. 2, ‘96



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