‘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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