...evening care ; Nor children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their...glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their teams afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy strobe ! Let not ambition mock their useful...

...but now there is a fresh grave beside him, and we miss another sun-burned brow and stalwart form ; " Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow...How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!" But now they are laid cold — powerless — silent, and the farm is left to the old mother and her...

...Elegy, " which I hope all of you have read, has summed up such a life in a few lines, where he says, " Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow...; How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! "Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear...

...evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow...How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely...

...evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return; Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow...How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke 1 Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely...

...another sun-burned brow and stalwart form ; " Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their farrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they...How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!" But now they are laid cold — powerless — silent, and the farm is left to the old mother and her...

...Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they...! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure f Nor grandeur hear...

...evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow...! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke '. Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear...

...evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knee the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their...! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear...

...climb his knees, the envied kiss to share ! Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke. How jocund did they...! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor grandeur hear,...