And then I saw a sight—I never was
So astonished in all my life—
Would'nt have been more so to have
Seen there my own wife.
There stood good Old Hundred!
As firm and staunch as the tune!
And I guess, by the appearance of things,
That he'd got there none too soon.
Well, we put the extra harness on him,
And hitched on my horse, too,
But 'twas then 'bout as much as we could do.
(I left my sleigh
At a farmhouse over the way,
To go after the next day).
Well, we pulled into town about midnight
And tired and hungry were we
As we sat down to the "Sandwich House" supper
And the steaming cup of tea.
And the way the hot cakes disappeared.
Adown our throats like the wind,
And when we got up front the table
Not a crumb on it could yot find.
"Old Hundred living now?" you ask?
O, yes! But he's old and lazy now,
Don't work him much, only
In the hay field, and once in a while
To the plough.
O, it won't be long, I don't suppose,
Before he'll go where all good horses do,
And I suppose about that time
This old fellow will be
Passing in his checks, too!
So astonished in all my life—
Would'nt have been more so to have
Seen there my own wife.
There stood good Old Hundred!
As firm and staunch as the tune!
And I guess, by the appearance of things,
That he'd got there none too soon.
Well, we put the extra harness on him,
And hitched on my horse, too,
But 'twas then 'bout as much as we could do.
(I left my sleigh
At a farmhouse over the way,
To go after the next day).
Well, we pulled into town about midnight
And tired and hungry were we
As we sat down to the "Sandwich House" supper
And the steaming cup of tea.
And the way the hot cakes disappeared.
Adown our throats like the wind,
And when we got up front the table
Not a crumb on it could yot find.
"Old Hundred living now?" you ask?
O, yes! But he's old and lazy now,
Don't work him much, only
In the hay field, and once in a while
To the plough.
O, it won't be long, I don't suppose,
Before he'll go where all good horses do,
And I suppose about that time
This old fellow will be
Passing in his checks, too!
NOT A SPARROW FALLETH.
(On seeing a picture "Falsely Accused."
(On seeing a picture "Falsely Accused."
O, World so pitiless, cold,
So pregnant with trials and care,
What care you
I fall?
'Tis one only
Of all
Your animadversions
To share.
Weary and worn with the
Striving.
O soul, like some vessel tost
About on the raging billows
Ere it goes down and
Is lost.
Oh, the pain and the anguish!
Oh, the longings, the strife!
Struggles all vain
So pregnant with trials and care,
What care you
I fall?
'Tis one only
Of all
Your animadversions
To share.
Weary and worn with the
Striving.
O soul, like some vessel tost
About on the raging billows
Ere it goes down and
Is lost.
Oh, the pain and the anguish!
Oh, the longings, the strife!
Struggles all vain
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