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Show j" THE OLD FARM HOME. V you've been a happy rover Through the Holds of fragrant clover, Wire life Is all a simple round of bliaa, When at ove the sun is sinking, And the stars are faintly winking Tcu can call to mind a picture such as this: Hark! The cows are homeward roaming Through the woodland pasture's gloaming; I oan hear them gently lowing through the della, And from out the boslty dingle Comes the softly tangled jingle And the of t repeated echo of the bells. Strange how memory will fling her . Anns about some scenes we bring her, And the fleeting years but moke them stronger growi Though I wander far and sadly From that dear old home, how gladly 1 recall the cherished scenes of long ago. Hark I The cows are homeward roaming Through the woodland pasture's gloaming; I can hear them gently lowing through the dells, And from out the bosky dingle Comes the softly tangled jingle And the oft repeated echo of the bells. ' Chicago Evening Post. |