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Show j Haven of Content 1 By BEItTON BR ALE Y " ? At times 1 grow weary of lifo in a Oat With never a neighbor I care for at all; With no one to stop for a gossipy hat And no one to greet save the dinge in the hall. i times I tccl mightily tempted to go Where all of my neighbors are folks that I know, ud there quite contentedly scale me down In an old-fashioned house In an old-f;ishloned town An old lashioned house that has plenty of room, With a wide Bhady porch and a broad grassy lawn, With a trellis of roses whose wafted perfume Crows ever more lovely as summer comes on; It tugs at ray heart strings, ihat pastoral scene. J With the trees and the grasses delightfully, green. And the peace and the comfort that rest like a crown , On an old-fashioned house in an old-tashioned town. 1 Afar from the city's harsh granite and brick l T hear lovers talk as they saunter along. I he-ar the old gates as they creak and they click. 1 hear .from the porches brief snatches of song; 1 And neighbor greets neighbor, and friend calls to friend Ami life has a quiet and leisurely trend, Unspoiled by tho battle for gold and renown, In an old-fashioned house In an old-fashioned town .Void then I remember the gossip that wags Where everyone knows all about your alfairs: How life in a village so wearily drags; I think of a householder's troubles and cares 1 r arass to be cut, and in winter-lime's chill of wood you must chop and stoves you must fill, And 1 guess, on the whole. I won't settle me down In an old-fashioned house in an old fashioned town. ,1 (Copyright, 1922. NBA Service.) |