{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3328", "width": "2296", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "^t^sMt", "height": "3180", "width": "2244", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3180", "width": "2244", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3180", "width": "2244", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "^e ^estxki J^arm ^ouBt\\nILLUSTRATED\\n\u00c2\u00a9f^ev ^oem0\\nTheye s rosemary, t/iafs for reineinhrancey ShakesI EARE\\nVarnum Lincoln\\nandover, mass.\\nThe Andover Press\\n1899", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "Library of conig\\nOf flea f\\nRogfster of\\n49H90\\ncopyright\\nVarnum Lincoln\\n1899\\nSECOND copy,\\n(o o v% o", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "to \u00c2\u00a9f5 J tienbg", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "(preface\\nlis sunset time Jiow brief life s little day\\nAround its scenes ivhot Jiallowed niem ries tkrons;\\nAnd here I deign when fades its tivilight ray,\\nTo siu in varied keys niv evening song,\\nAs woodland tJuiisJi upon its leafy spray.\\nWhen Jntslicd are other 7 oices fields among.\\nAnd bird companions to thei? rist hai^e gone,\\nPouis fo) th its notes in solemn dusk alone:\\nOr as one journeying to lands imknoiun.\\nOft builds his fre to break the chill of night.\\nDeparts, and other pilgrims passing on\\nRaking its embers, fnd both warmth and light\\nSo do I here, noiu shadows cool are grown.\\nKindle my torch witJi fancies dull or bright.\\nWhich dropped, may from its ashes still impart,\\nPercJiance some joy, to cheer a weary heart.\\nThis evemng hour though clothed in sombre hue,\\nfts compensation brings, its hopes, its dreams\\nGone noontide heat and twilight s gentle dew\\nOf peace upon the spirit falling, seems\\nA cooling balm imparting life anew\\nM Itile far above the dim horizon, gleams\\nThe golden sky, from which the wayworn borrow,\\nHopes of a day more beautiful to-morrow\\nTHE AUTHOR.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "^onttnte\\nThe Deserted Farm House, 13\\nThe Brook, 37\\nAge Hath its Jovs, 41\\nHold Thou My Hands, 44\\nThe True Advent, 47\\nJust Over the River, 49\\nThe Little Red Schoolhouse, 52\\nNo More, 56\\nThose Wrinkled Hands, 59\\nThe Miracle of Love, 62\\nMy House, 65\\nRing Out, O Bells, 68\\nThe Invitation, 71\\nThe Man of Sorrows, 73\\nAngels at the Tomb, 76\\nThe Early Bluebird s Song, 79\\nBedtime, 82\\nDedication Hymn, 85\\nA Ship Rich Laden, 87\\nO Lord, How Long, 90\\nThe Inward Vision, 93\\nContent, 96\\nThe Sun-Brown Maid, 98\\nUncertainty, .102\\nThe Sunset Hour, 105", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "C^e \u00c2\u00a9eserfeb J^arm ^oust", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "^fl", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Z^t \u00c2\u00a9eaetfeb ^^^atm Jj^omt\\nN rambling road in quaint back country town,\\nRemote from noise of travel and of trade,\\nA weather-beaten farm-house grey and lone\\nDeserted stands, beneath an elm tree s shade.\\nLong time ago in old Colonial days,\\nWhere settler s axe had smoothed the forest ground,\\nA mansion fair to tempt the passing gaze\\nArose, among the distant hamlets round.\\nBut Time soon wastes once dear and hallowed scenes,\\nAnd rural home with lapse of years decays,\\nAnd long forsaken, grim, and tottering leans,\\nA relic sad of old and bygone days.\\n13", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Its crumbling walls now desolate and\\nbare,\\nAre haunts for swallows where\\nthey build their nests,\\nIts timbers creak in every gust of air,\\nIts mouldering floors the busy\\nworm infests.\\nThe leaning doors on rusty hinges\\nturn,\\nAnd yawns the moss-clad roof with\\nleaky rents.\\nE en hungry mice its dusty cupboards spurn\\nOn broken stairways spiders pitch their tents.\\n14", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "At ni^ht the owl oft sits on hearthstone cold,\\nAnd woos its distant mate with plaintive calls,\\nWhile circling bats their secret revels hold,\\nWhere ghostly moonlight on the wainscot falls.\\nO er rotting sill rank weeds their shadows spread,\\nAs if to hide it from the curious gaze.\\nWhile the lone lilac by the ruined shed,\\nF orsaken droops amid the tangled maze.\\nBy ragged fence the untilled garden lies.\\nOn larkspur beds the deadly nightshade grows.\\nWhere blazed the cockscomb knotted brambles rise,\\nThe red sumac where bloomed the blushing rose.\\nAnd scattered trees where once had orchard been,\\nThe fitting types of frail and withered age.\\nWhose work is done, yet linger on the scene.\\nTo pity move, or sober thought engage.\\n15", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Ct)c \u00c2\u00a3^cscrtcb ^anii fjiouf-c\\n^^^K!l\u00c2\u00bb\u00c2\u00ab;\\nA broken well-sweep dangles in the air,\\nAnd marks the spot where dripping mosses grew,\\nAnd sunken stones, the spotted adder s lair,\\nAnd fallen curb, complete the dismal view.\\nO er all the scene a solemn stillness broods,\\nAlone disturbed by caw of distant crow.\\nOr partridge drumming in the neighboring woods,\\nOr cry of loon in lonely marsh below.\\ni6", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Ct)o Ocsortcb ^avm f^ouse\\nThe tattered vagrant shuns the gruesome place\\nThe whistling boy though loud his courage boasts,\\nWhen moans the dreary wind with quickened pace\\nAll trembling flees, from fear of haunting ghosts.\\nYet here the sunburnt ploughman once was seen,\\nHere dwelt his race to noble toil inured.\\nHis bleating flocks here led to hillsides green,\\nAnd fertile acres tilled by wealth allured.\\nThe rustic swain here wooed his milkmaid bride\\nMid humble scenes and lowly lot yet found\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a27", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "CI^c 2)c5crtcb ^arm t)ousc\\nWhere wedded hearts in sacred love abide,\\nEach place a home, each spot enchanted ground.\\nAnd rooms now silent echoed years ago\\nTo playful games, and noise of bubbling glee\\nFrom prattling childhood, who in mimic show\\nRode grandsire s cane, and clambered on his knee.\\nThe kitchen old with widespread chimney place,\\nWas long the housewife s fair and proud domain,\\nWhere shining pans and andirons polished face.\\nHer gentle skill proclaimed, her useful reign.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Cl^c Desertcb ^arm J^ouse\\nO er mantel hung the farmer s frequent guide,\\nThe almanac whose leaves he searched to know\\nEclipses, change of moon, and courts, and tide.\\nTo journey when, or plant, when rain or snow.\\nJ\\n^1\\nWith beaming face the clock surveyed the scene.\\nThe antique chair and settle graced the room,\\nAlong the shelves bright pewter platters lean.\\nThe door aslant displayed the hemlock broom.\\n19", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "The room though scant had always space to spare,\\nWith welcome warm, for stranger, friend, or guest,\\nTheir simple life, their plodding toil and care,\\nKeen relish gave to social cheer and jest.\\nOld neighbors met around the crackling fire,\\nTo hear the news, repeat the tales of yore.\\nOf weather talk, and crops with fresh desire\\nGrave themes discuss they settled times before.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Cl)o Jlcscrtcb ^arm f)ousc\\nA brighter glow when winter evenings came,\\nUpon the hearthstone shone, and higher rose\\nFrom hissing logs the pyramid of flame.\\nTill in its beams each face transfigured grows.\\nThe snowbound trav ler sees the ruddy light.\\nAnd seeks a shelter from the blusterinof storm.\\nWith marvels strange beguiles the hours of night,\\nAnd shares, neath friendly roof the fireside warm.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Each season brought some glad event to please\\nThese plain and hardy tenants of the soil\\nWith huskings, quiltings, and quaint paring-bees,\\nThey wisely mingled pleasure with their toil.\\nItta\\nAnd sleighbells jingled on the frosty air,\\nAs gathered from the neighborhood around,\\nThe sturdy youths and red-cheeked damsels fair,\\nWho made with plays and jests the walls resound.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "CI)c Dcsertcb ^avm I^ouse\\nWith blindman s buff the rafters rang, or plate\\nWas whirled, and forfeits paid with rustic grace.\\nThe coy maid yielding\\ncalmly to her fate.\\nThe boist rous kiss re-\\nceived with blush-\\ning face.\\nAnd here the thrifty dame\\nor buxom lass,\\nBy noisy cockcrow\\nroused, oft led the\\ndawn\\nIn eager haste brushed\\ndewdrops from the\\ngrass\\nWith foaming pail, ere\\nblushed the cheek\\nof morn.\\nWith^busy hands she still her task pursued\\nIn dairy neat in shining rows arrayed,\\n23\\nmw", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Huge pans of milk like giant lilies stood\\nOn snow white bench the frugal meal she laid.\\nAround the board both outh and age are seen\\nTo share their porridge or their bannock cake,\\nAnd o-rateful that with health and huno-er keen,\\nOn simple fare a royal feast could make.\\nWith dextrous hand she\\ntwirls the cunning\\nwheel.\\nAs through her fin-\\ngers runs the fleecy\\nthread.\\nWhose hum like bees\\nwhen they sweet\\nladen steal\\nOn scented wings,\\nabove some flowery\\nbed.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "tri]c Ocscrtcb ^arm l^ousc\\nThe evening hour its\\nfitting labor brings,\\nWhen she by clean\\nswept hearth her\\nneedle plies,\\nWhile on the crane the\\nsteaming kettle\\nsings,\\nAnd at her feet the\\ndrowsy watch -dog\\nlies.\\nIn scenes like these she spends each passing day\\nContent in her appointed sphere and lot,\\nThe task divine where love inspires the way,\\nAnd sweet the toil in pure devotion wrought.\\n25", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "tri)e Ocscrtcb ^arm f)ousc\\nIn search of bliss though others far may roam,\\nFor transient fame to pubHc walks aspire,\\nShe finds her joy within the realm of home,\\nAnd reigns a queen beside the household fire.\\nIf souls unburdened linger near these shores.\\nAnd to old haunts return in earthly spheres,\\nThen forms unseen may tread again these floors,\\nAnd greet the loved of long departed years.\\nAnd view the scenes once dear to mem ries old.\\nAnd tales rehearse, or muse with fond desire\\nO er days of happy youth, or age when cold\\nThe blood, they dozed beside the blazing fire.\\nAh! we know not; yet when the spectral light\\nOf moon s soft beams, floods the dark ning; gloom\\nOf these deserted rooms, at noon of night.\\nThe time when shrouded dead are said to roam;\\n26", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "s\\ni\\ns", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Cl^c I)cscrtcb ^arin i^ousc\\nAnd on the staircase trembling shadows fall\\nFrom waving elm that bends above the eaves,\\nAnd shapes fantastic spread each mouldering wall,\\nFrom which pale fright full many a bugbear weaves\\nTis then our fears invite the ills we dread,\\nAnd sight disordered sees what fancy dreams,\\nA whispering breeze will then invoke the dead.\\nThe moon s pale glimpse, a weird hobgoblin seems.\\nAnd where more fit for gloomy ghosts to meet.\\nThan mong the scenes of old forsaken place\\nAt midnight hour where loneness more complete.\\nOr timid sense more weird-like objects trace\\nThen ghosts, if such there be, may linger here,\\nTo view the ground where once their feet had strayed,\\nSome old companion seek, or drop a tear\\nO er change and wreck that fleeting years have made.\\n29", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Ct?e Desertcb ^arm ^ouse\\nAlas! no answer comes to eye or ear,\\nThrough all the house decay and silence reign,\\nHushed all the busy life, the fireside cheer,\\nNor voices heard of spectres, nor of men.\\nThe toiling husbandman is seen no more.\\nNor drives again his herds to upland glade.\\nNor walks the woodland path nor by the door\\nHe sits, when twilight shadows lingering fade.\\nThe noonday horn calls him\\nno more from\\nfield.\\nNo more he turns with\\nplough the rugged\\nground,\\n^W Nor sickle thrusts where\\ngolden harvests\\nyield.\\niJ^\\nNor by the lane, nor in\\nthe garden found.\\n30", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "CI?e \u00c2\u00a3)e5erteb ^avm V}ous^\\nHis name no chisel writes on marble scroll,\\nNo listening crowds his worthy acts applaud,\\nYet as the needle steady to the pole,\\nSo true was he to conscience and his God.\\nNot versed in schools nor learned in hostile creeds.\\nNor taught the path of circling worlds to trace.\\nThe way to Heaven he knew and showed by deeds\\nHe best loved God when best he served his race.\\n31", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Ct)e \u00c2\u00a3)cf.crtcb ^arm f^ouse\\nLet not vain pomp their homespun garb deride,\\nNor scornful speech their simple nature wound,\\nRough mountains often golden treasures hide.\\nIn vales obscure are glittering diamonds found.\\nWhat though their deeds fill no historic page,\\nNor sculptured stones rise o er their sleeping dust.\\nTheir names unknown far down the distant age,\\nWho fell on field or served ambition s lust?\\nAt last the granite crumbles to the ground,\\nAnd fame decays achieved in sordid strife.\\nBut virtue lives, and though with humblest found.\\nIn widening circles spreads from life to life.\\nIn peace they lived with homely joys content.\\nNot slaves to fawning pride nor fashions new,\\nIn neighbor s need their service kindly lent.\\nIn want were rich because their wants were few.\\n32", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "But o er the threshold which their feet have worn,\\nIn mourning robes the slow procession treads,\\nAnd one by one their mortal forms are borne,\\nIn solemn silence to their dusty beds.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^Hfl\\n\u00c2\u00ab^l^,\\nDeserted long this moss-crowned ruin stands.\\nAnd roua:h winds whistle throuo-h its crannied walls,\\nA mark by day for rude, destructive hands,\\nBy night a spectre which the heart appalls.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Cl}c Dcscrtcb ^arni V}ousq\\nYet no ancestral hall nor gilded dome,\\nIn o-randeur could with this plain house compare,\\nWhen years ago it bore the name of home,\\nAnd mem ries tender \\\\onQ- have clustered there.\\nIn sunny childhood s\\neam no spot more blest,\\nscene so dear to which the wand rer\\nturned,\\nploughman worn found here a place\\nof rest,\\nAnd whitehaired age the peace for which\\nit yearned.\\nBut now no fires upon the hearthstone burn,\\nNo feet to music trip the sanded floor,\\nNo housewife waits from field her spouse return.\\nNo honest poor with blessing leaves the door.\\n34", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "^t^e Dcscrteb ^arm I^ouse\\nNot one, indeed, remains to mourn its fate,\\nNo voice to tell its long and varied tale,\\nNor annals known of either name or date,\\nO er all oblivion draws its sombre veil.\\nWhat more the fame man seeks his name to crown,\\nAnd builds with anxious care on mortal shore,\\nWhich as the rushing tide of time sweeps on.\\nIs lost beneath its waves and seen no more\\nAnd who, alas! will keep our memory green,\\nOr care in distant generations hence,\\nThat we have ever lived, or loved, or been.\\nWho long have slept beneath our grassy tents\\nAnd yet if like some wayside tenement.\\nWe have a covert served from cold or rain\\nTo any heart or cheer in darkness lent\\nTo some belated wand rer life is orain.\\n35", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "211)0 Dcscrtcb ^arni f)ouse\\nSome soul, perchance, disconsolate and lone,\\nBy sin betrayed or plunged in sorrow s night,\\nBeholds the clear beams from our candle thrown.\\nFresh courage takes and turns to God and light.\\nNo act is lost, though name forgotten dies,\\nIn Time s long years and strange vicissitude,\\nEach noble deed in o-rander\\nforms shall rise,\\nAnd larger grow the sum of\\nhuman good.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "t^i (gvooft\\nlittle brook playmate in youthful clays,\\nAnd still dear memories around thee cling\\nAlmost thou art human in thy ways,\\nFor I have heard thy merry laughter ring,\\nAnd seen thee dance on crystal stairs, and gaze\\nWith sparkling eyes, as if some living thing\\nAnd my deep love thou didst return, I know,\\nFor my face I ve seen in thy heart below.\\n1 loved thy waters; on thy brimming tide\\nSailed many a ship to seas far away.\\nWhich ne er returned some were wrecks scattered wide.\\nAs have other barks, I launched since that day\\n37", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Ct?c Brook\\nOn Time s swift stream, in my deep joy and pride,\\nFreighted with dear hopes, treasures rich and gay;\\nBut, alas! went down with their white sails spread.\\nInto darkness and silence, shattered, dead.\\nThou art beautiful as a young bride dressed\\nFor marriage altar. White beads on thy brow,\\nA chain of jewels sparkles on thy breast\\nIn the clear sun. Flowers of every hue glow\\nIn rich beauty on thy emerald vest.\\nWhen thou dost pass, the willows bending low\\nKiss thy moist lips; and bright buttercups swing\\nTheir golden censers, incense to thee bring.\\nI loved thy murmuring music when a child,\\nWhether thy silvery tones rang smooth and clear\\nOn air of summer days, or loud and wild\\nAt springtime flood and e en now the dull ear\\n38", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "tri]c Brook\\nOf trembling age is soothed by accents mild\\nThat come from rippling songs each day I hear;\\nAnd many a time when by cares oppressed,\\nThou hast solace brought to a weary breast.\\nHappy brook for thou dost sing all day long;\\nAnd when gloom folds o er earth its leaden wing,\\nAnd the spirit of dreams walks unseen among\\nWeary ones, thou seemst to strike a louder string:\\nFrom thee I learn that when sad troubles throng\\nAnd dark night broods o er heart, it still may sing.\\nWith soul tuned to harmonies infinite.\\nShadows with beauty shine there is no night.\\nLike every good man s life whose hidden source\\nIs in unfailing springs from heights above\\nSpreading delight on its way, so thy course\\nIs radiant with joy where thou dost move;\\n39", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Cbc Brook\\nFresh flowers and erdiire start by silent force\\nFrom thee, enriching fields and umbrageous grove\\nAll scenes of nature shine with richer glow,\\nAnd fruitful harvests smile where thou dost flow.\\nIn thy calm moods, blue skies and shining scroll\\nOf nio-ht s starrv constellations in thee\\nAre mirrored, as heaven in the good man s soul.\\nWhose peace grows wider as it nears the sea.\\nAnd reaching at last its immortal goal,\\nFinds life the same in grander destiny;\\nIts joy on earth with larger heaven blends,\\nAs the peaceful brook in vast ocean ends!\\n40", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "@ge \u00c2\u00a7at^ its joge\\nWhy should we grieve that youth has fled,\\nAnd golden locks are turned to gray;\\nThat wrinkles show how years have sped\\nSince we were careless boys at pla}^\\nWhy mourn the loss of rosy dreams,\\nThat painted life with hues so fair;\\nOf joys as brief as summer streams,\\nOf castles perished, built in air?\\nIs not the sun as bright today\\nAs when it shone on hours long gone.\\nThe skies as blue, the stars same ray.\\nAs when life flowed a constant sono-\\n41", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "age \u00c2\u00a3)atlj its 3oas\\nAre not the chants of birds as sweet,\\nAnd flowers as gay in shady nooks,\\nAs when we climbed with bare, brown feet.\\nEach hillside green, and fished the brooks\\nAge hath its joys not less than youth,\\nThat spring from fountains broad and clear,\\nFrom wisdom gained, and blessed truth,\\nCalm thoughts, sweet hopes, memories dear\\nBrooks dash and sparkle at young springtide,\\nBut soon anon they cease to be\\nRivers make channels deep and wide.\\nE en while they bear us out to sea.\\nWho cares for wine from vintage new\\nTis age that gives the viol tone\\nWhat painter s art excels the view,\\nOf lingering light, at set of sun\\n42", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Ctge l^atl) its 3 ^i)^\\nMan a frail leaf, indeed, may seem.\\nThat from life s stem frost soon denudes,\\nYet where do scenes with beauty beam,\\nAs those who meet in Autumn woods\\nWhat builder, moved with wise intent.\\nFrames works of art for gods to see,\\nOf texture strong or ornament.\\nSeeks timber from a sapling tree\\nThe truth is clear, and God is good,\\nAll seasons have their fitting joys.\\nBlessings mark each passing mood.\\nAll things at last show equal poise.\\nYet harp unstrung no music gives.\\nNo blind can see the sights of June,\\nAnd hearts, to taste the good that lives.\\nMust first with love be found in tune.\\n43", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "J^oii t^ou (Trig l^anh\\nHold TliOLi my hand, dear Lord rough is the way,\\nLeading through deep ravines, up mountains steep,\\nO erhung with mists and clouds, where not a ray\\nOf sunlight falls; but where deep calls to deep,\\nAnd all around, below, and overhead,\\nIs nauLiht but irloom, where I alone must tread.\\nHold Thou mv hand.\\nSlipp ry the path, and mortal sense is weak.\\nTemptation charms and sings its siren song.\\nEnticing voices in soft accents speak\\nOf sweet joys found, and gains in ways of wrong\\n44", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "^olb Cl]ou IViii V^anb\\nList ning I slide into sin s deep al:)yss,\\nWhere broods a living death and serpents hiss.\\nHold Thou my hand.\\nUpon my heart I bear grief s heavy load,\\nAnd falter as I feel my way in tears\\nAlong the windings of my pilgrim road\\nWith sad ning memories of bygone years\\nUpon whom can I lean, O Lord, but Thee,\\nIn life s deep sorrows and strange mystery\\nHold lliou my hand.\\nI pray for truth, and seek from books and creeds\\nSome gleam to cheer my soul with strength and hope.\\nBut all in vain e en in my saddest needs\\nAnd sharpest pangs 1 still in darkness grope\\nThese human tapers make but feeble light,\\nMy dearest hopes are mocked and end in night.\\nHold Thou my hand.\\n45", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Life s day at last will close and evening come,\\nThe songs of birds be hushed, and shadows creep,\\nIn the calm twilight hour, o er earth and home,\\nAnd I shall to slumber go, long and deep,\\nAnd to dear faces that have made so bright\\nThis weary world, shall say my last good night\\nHold Thou my hand.\\n46", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Z^t tvui (^^)3tYit\\nlonging wait as one of old,\\nThe great Messiah s promised birth,\\nI dream as Hebrew prophets told,\\nOf Him who should redeem the earth.\\nBut not in outward form or place,\\nNot in some spot of ancient fame,\\nDo I expect to greet his face.\\nOr kneel in homage to his name.\\nIn soul upright, in contrite heart.\\nIn life that conscience ne er condemns.\\nIn love that heals a neighbor s smart.\\nThese are our sacred Bethlehems.\\n47", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "211)0 tlruc Ct^^cnt\\nIn better laws, in sweeter homes,\\nIn grander hopes that conquer death,\\nThere he, a hving spirit, comes.\\nThe Holy One of Nazareth.\\nThere brightly gleams the guiding star.\\nThere angels chant their holy songs,\\nAs they descend from gates ajar,\\nA multitude in shining throngs.\\nThere shall I best his presence see,\\nThere bend the ear to hear again\\nSweet strains of heavenly melody,\\nPeace on earth, good will to men.\\nBy these, I know my Lord is born,\\nIn them behold his face divine,\\nI need not wait some hallowed morn.\\nNor manger seek in Palestine.\\n48", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "j[u0f Otoer t?}C (JRimx\\nHE night s coming on and the air grows chill,\\nAnd weary with travel soon shall I stand,\\nBy the banks of a river dark and still,\\nWhere the ferryman waits with oar in hand,\\nTo bear me on to the beautiful shore,\\nWhere the loved and the lost are gone before,\\nJust over the river.\\nJust over the river, it is not far\\nBeyond the grey mists where the palm-groves lie.\\nAnd sunny isles lift above the dim bar\\nThough lonely the voyage One Friend is nigh.\\nWho knows all the way to cheer and to guide,\\nAs o er the dark wave we silently glide.\\nJust over the river.\\n49", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "3ii5t 0Der ti}c ^ipcr\\nJust over the river, the dream how fair,\\nOf evergreen fields and realms of the blest.\\nWhere music celestial floats on the air.\\nAnd souls of the weary eternally rest;\\nWhere sickness ne er comes, nor mourner s sad tears.\\nNor storm-clouded skies, nor passing of years.\\nJust over the river.\\nJust over the river, where falls no night,\\nNor darkness of sin its glory to mar.\\nBut holiness reigns and God is the light.\\nAnd bright shining gates stand always ajar\\nWhere no hunorer nor thirst ever are known\\nAnd waters of life flow fast by the throne.\\nJust over the river.\\nJust over the river, why should I fear\\nMany a loved one has crossed o er the tide,\\nAnd in my day-dreams their voices I hear,\\nIn visions of night I walk by their side\\nso", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "What rapture to see their faces once more,\\nAnd clasp hands again on the radiant shore,\\nJust over the river.\\nJust over the river, ah, shall I know\\nThe dear ones of earth long vanished from sight\\nShall I see them as in days long ago.\\nAnd share forever new scenes of delight?\\nOh lonely and sad mid golden paved streets,\\nIf there wandering, the heart no loved one meets\\nJust over the river.\\nJust over the river, what joy twill be.\\nWhen harbor is made and the white sails furled\\nThen solved the sad doubts of life s mystery.\\nIn the li^ht of a grlad immortal w^orld\\nWhere life in God to laro-er fullness o-rows.\\nNo evils blight, no silent river flows\\nJust over the river.\\n51", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "tf)i MtU (Rei ^c^oof^ouee\\ntread once more the same old scene,\\nThe unchanged hills still I view,\\nThe winding brook, the vale between,\\nO er all there bends same sky of blue.\\nThe quiet fields again I greet.\\nThe dim old woods where snares we laid,\\nThe mill pond where our mimic fleet\\nWe sailed, and happy voyages made.\\nThe little schoolhouse painted red.\\nWith rough stone steps beside the sill,\\nWhere we at noon our tables spread,\\nI see through mist mine eyelids fill.\\n52", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Cl?c sCittIc Hcb Sc[)ool[)onst\\nAt the corner where two roads meet,\\nThere in the sunshine still it stands,\\nSame straggling wall, and rustic seat,\\nWhere children grouped in merry bands.\\nI hear again their noisy glee,\\nI join once more their sports and plays.\\nAnd o er the chords of memory.\\nSweep tender thoughts of boyhood days.\\nBut where are now those old schoolmates,\\nWith whom I conned my lessons o er,\\nTo learn a task of rules and dates.\\nOr stand as culprits on the floor\\nWith whom I shared youth s simple joys,\\nAnd careless dreamed of naught but play;\\nThe gentle girls, the laughing boys,\\nWho filled those seats, where now are they\\n53", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Ct}c kittle Hc6 5cl)ooIl)ousc\\nWhere one who early stirred to love\\nMy boyish heart, and whom to win\\nI e^ave briorhtest flowers from the Q-rove,\\nThe reddest apples of the bin\\nWhere he with stern and solemn face,\\nWho held in awe that roguish band,\\nStilled the noise, checked the rude grimace.\\nWith oaken ferule in his hand\\nYet had a kind and sunny side.\\nAnd those intent to pluck the tree\\nOf knowledge, found in him a guide\\nFrom Alphabet to Rule of Three.\\nI see the children rushing out,\\nI hear as in long years ago,\\nThe music of their joyous shout,\\nI look alas not one I know.\\n54", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Cl?c Cittic Keb 5cl}oolt?ousc\\nSilent and swift time s current flows,\\nFriends are borne on its drifting tide,\\nTheir sails bright gleam a moment shows.\\nThe breath of fate soon scatters them wide.\\nFar remote have fallen their lines,\\nThat ne er on earth shall cross again,\\nYet memory their form enshrines\\nThen- virtues in the heart remain.\\nThough Fve gazed on marvels of art.\\nScenes of beauty by land and sea,\\nFew so fair or dear to my heart\\nO little red schoolhouse as thee.\\nSymbol of light, long may it stand.\\nTo guard and keep with sacred care,\\nThe holy altars of our land,\\nHeritage born of blood and prayer.\\n55", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Qto (m.ou\\nE crossed one day the solemn sea,\\nWith silent oar and boatman pale,\\nStill by those tides of mystery,\\nWe watch and wait a cominQr t^ail.\\nWith weary eyes in calm or storm.\\nWe pierce the cloud-mist of those shores,\\nYet catch no glimpse of vanished form.\\nNor hear the sound of dripping oars.\\nO cruel fate O change and loss\\nThat brings such sense of grief and pain,\\nThe burden of a heavy cross.\\nNor is the world the same again.\\n56", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Ho IXlovc\\nDays come and go in faultless round,\\nTheir starry tale dark nights repeat,\\nBut vain we wait the cheerful sound,\\nOn threshold worn of cominaf feet.\\nHis face we missed in June s sweet bloom,\\nFrom earth s fair scenes he made more fair,\\nAnd when again the roses come,\\nWe look, alas! he is not there.\\nBright winged swallows again return,\\nAnd build their nests above the door.\\nBut aching hearts are left to mourn.\\nThe loss of one who comes no more.\\nBorne up to heaven, the morning dew\\nReturns again to bless the flower,\\nYet the old walks his presence knew.\\nAnd verdant fields will know no more.\\n57", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "IXo IMovc\\nNo more among our household band,\\nNo more from lips his earnest thought,\\nNo more the pressure of his hand,\\nNo more the cheer his presence brought.\\nThere is no gloom like heart s eclipse,\\nIt colors life with darkest dyes.\\nO er earth a sense of coldness creeps.\\nOn every scene a shadow lies.\\nO sad and throbbing heart be still\\nAnd count a Father s mercies o er,\\nWait the unfoldino- of His will,\\nNor doubt His goodness yet in store.\\nHis heart is love; He knows our own,\\nAnd he will make His purpose plain.\\nThen joy complete His work shall crown.\\nAnd parted souls clasp hands again,\\n58", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "^^O0e T}?nnKfe5 ^an be\\nHOSE wrinkled hands that o er a woman s breast\\nNow folded lie in death s last solemn sleep,\\nAlas how cold and still but God knows best;\\nWhile we with saddened hearts in silence weep,\\nWho had by those dear hands been often blest\\nBut now shall miss the love that flowed so deep\\nNo more shall we enjoy their soft caress,\\nNor feel again their clinging tenderness.\\nIn these rough lines where Time s swift plough has run.\\nAnd heaped with furrows deep the trace of years.\\nThe marks of toil, the change of shade and sun.\\nThe record of a busy life appears\\nP^ull many a tale they tell of joys begun.\\nAnd hopes soon ended in a dash of tears\\nThese veins of blue her sunny skies disclose,\\nThat skin so fair a white-robed angel shows.\\n59", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0082\u00aci)0SQ Wvmkkb V}anbs\\nBut lo, as we read on what sight is this\\nA cherub form with dimpled liands and small,\\nBright golden locks and lips that tempt a kiss,\\nLike paintings seen on old cathedral wall.\\nOr angel sent from distant world of bliss.\\nThat sunshine brings to this dim earthly ball\\nAgain we look, a laughing girl is seen,\\nTo school she skips or romps in orchards green.\\nNext in these lines with sibyl eye we trace,\\nThe vision of a maiden sweet and fair\\nBy garden gate she waits, upon her face\\nA crimson blush, as if had gathered there\\nThe rosy hues of many a morning s grace\\nOr is that glow of bliss beyond compare.\\nAught else than love s warm thrill as there she stands.\\nClasped in her own another s tender hands\\n60", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "In these quaint hieroglyphs again are shown\\nNeath shehering trees, a home and cottage neat,\\nAnd children round the ancient fireside grown,\\nAnd hands that weary toiled to guide their feet\\nIn pleasant paths and burdens borne alone\\nThrough years, that others joy might be complete\\nForgive, dear soul, when in life s lamp did burn\\nSo clear thy love, so thoughtless our return\\nLife s busy noon unrolls and what befell\\nIn sober age, how hands now pale and cold\\nWere moved to kindly acts oft strove to quell\\nA neighbor s grief; and wipe the gathering mould\\nOf death from aching brows sick-beds can tell.\\nAnd poor their saintly deeds with joy unfold\\nThen rest, sweet hands, with scars of battle won.\\nLike folded banners when the day is done\\n6i", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0082\u00ac^t (THiracfe of Botoe\\nLOW sinks the sun on Tabor s hill,\\nFar spent is evening s golden light,\\nThe waves of Galilee lie still.\\nCool shadows deepen into night.\\nFrom city home and village hut,\\nThe people crowd the desert drear,\\nSeeking strange signs of him who taught\\nTruths never dreamed by prophet seer.\\nThe Lord in love the throng surveyed\\nHe blest and brake the scanty store,\\nWhen lo twas found the few loaves made\\nA meal for all, and baskets more.\\n62", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "d iHiracIc of s\u00c2\u00a3ope\\nIn finer sense, when love its feast\\nHas spread, altliough its joys we share\\nWith thousands more, still find increased\\nOur own, in measures large and rare.\\nO wondrous love O power divine\\nBy thee are marvels daily wrought.\\nThat Eastern Magi can ne er outshine.\\nNor famous stone poor mortals sought.\\nNo richer boon can man possess\\nThe dross of life it turns to gold\\nAlthough such wealth and power to bless,\\nIt can be neither bought nor sold.\\nWhen will, indeed, its wonders end,\\nThat more we have when more we use.\\nThat richer grow^ when most we spend.\\nAnd what w^e keep we always lose\\n63", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "^t)c ilTiracIc of \u00e2\u0082\u00acodc\\nHard is the fare, the cabin small,\\nBut heart overflows to God and man,\\nThe cot blooms out a palace hall,\\nThe humble board a festal scene.\\nAnd every lot is brighter made\\nTo poorest crumb is sweetness given\\nLarge usury by love is paid,\\nOur gifts though small, our gains a heaven.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^^i^ ^i i:i^ ii^ i^^H^ i^ j^ ii^i^ i^ i^^^^ i^ i^ jjJriijs^\\n64", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "(TUp ^onst\\nliouse I have where snug I dwell,\\nOn the verge of two worlds it stands\\nThe Builder s art no tongue can tell,\\nAnd never landlord rent demands\\nAback, the land of silence lies,\\nIn front, a realm of mysteries.\\nNo temple half so quaint is seen.\\nWith crimson walls and shape erect,\\nAnd chambers built for gods or men.\\nBy hands of unseen architect\\nDome, windows, groin and pediment,\\nAll show its Maker s wise intent.\\n65", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "iHy f)ouse\\nThrough change of sunshine and of rain,\\nUnder its roof have I lived on,\\nAn lieir by nature of rich domain,\\nLord of a castle all my own,\\nWith grandest servants day and night.\\nThe earth, bright suns, and starry light.\\nIts silent rooms with pictures throng.\\nOf friends and scenes in bygone years.\\nMany a face though vanished long,\\nA portrait on its walls appears\\nThe loved though lost to sense and sight,\\nAre here revealed in hallowed light.\\nThough house alone I occupy,\\nI live no gloomy anchorite,\\nBut often have grand company,\\nWhose talk beguiles the lonely night;\\n66", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Great Plato puts his hand in mine,\\nAnd Shakespeare sweeps his lyre again.\\nBut now there falls the winter s snow,\\nAnd o er the windows creeps a frost,\\nOn the red hearth the fire burns low,\\nChill is the air, and many a ghost\\nHaunts its dim halls, of years lono; dead,\\nAlas of joys forever fied.\\nYet sweet the thought when house grows old,\\nIts timbers trembling to decay.\\nWhen lights are out and hearthstone cold,\\nAnd tender tones have died away,\\nA mansion sure its tenant waits.\\nWhere outward swing the shining gates.\\n67", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "(Jltng Out, (gdts\\nING out, O bells, the joyful sound.\\nThy tuneful tongues the story tell,\\nTo all the people world around,\\nWhat in Bethlehem town befell.\\nHow in centuries long ago,\\nWhen prophet lips were cold and still.\\nMen blindly groped in sin and woe,\\nAnd light burned dim on Zion s hill.\\nThe midnight breezes whispered low.\\nBy Kedron s brook the shadows slept,\\nAnd Hebrew shepherds neath the glow\\nOf starry skies, lone vigils kept.\\n68", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "And as they watched their flocks by night,\\nThey dreamed what seer and bard had told\\nOf him who should oppression smite,\\nAnd bless their nation as of old.\\nLong they waited; yet to redeem\\nIsrael, no glad Messiah came\\nSo slow the years of God did seem.\\nThat hearts grew faint with grief and shame.\\nWhen lo that night, before them stood,\\nOne who in glistening raiment shone.\\nSaying, I bring thee tidings good.\\nTo-day a Savior, King, is born\\nThe gates of Heaven flew open wide,\\nAnd downward rushed in joyous mood,\\nBorne on music s melodious tide.\\nThe heavenly host, a multitude.\\n69", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": ":j^ina (nut, BoIIf.\\nGlory to God on liigh they sang,\\nPeace on earth, good will to men,\\nWhile Syrian skies with raptures rang,\\nAnd angels smote their harps again.\\nThen ring, O bells, and join the strains\\nOf angel choirs, who came to earth.\\nAnd anthems sang o er Judah s plains,\\nTo celebrate a Savior s birth.\\nAnd let all tongues their tribute bring\\nOf praise, for such a day divine,\\nFor precious hopes that round it cling,\\nFor tidings glad in Palestine.\\nAnd hasten. Lord, that brighter morn.\\nWhen love through all the world shall reign.\\nWhen Christ in every heart is born.\\nAnd Heaven comes down to earth again\\n70", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "C^e ^n oitation\\nI Rev. 3-20\\nOME sup witli me, clear Lord, I pray.\\nNow darkly fall the evening shades,\\nFar spent the snn its noontide ray,\\nAnd twilight in the valley fades.\\nI lift the latch thy face to greet.\\nThe door I swing with welcome wide\\nHere stay and rest thy weary feet,\\nAnd lay thy pilgrim staff aside.\\nThough I a costly feast prepare.\\nAnd viands rich on table spread.\\nYet small these gifts with thine compare.\\nWhen thou thyself the Living Bread\\n71", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "tlljc 3nLntatioii\\nAbide with me a constant guest,\\nAnd make my dwelling wholly thine\\nMy contrite heart thy place of rest,\\nMy spirit pure thy throne divine.\\nWell might I shrink to entertain\\nA King like thee with scanty fair.\\nBut then I know that board so plain,\\nIs banquet rich if thou art there.\\nWhat friend like thee in lonely night.\\nFor thee what store can I provide,\\nSince thou dost bring both food and light.\\nAnd glory fills the household wide\\nThy presence brightens every spot.\\nThy love adorns each barren way\\nI live in state in lowest cot,\\nWith thee my guest, and night is day\\n72", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0082\u00ac^e (man of ^orroloe\\nU/\\nITH creatures dumb liis place of birth,\\nstable crib his infant bed,\\nRejected and despised of earth,\\nAt last upon the cross he bled.\\nOn him were laid the griefs of all,\\nHe marked their tears, he heard their moan,\\nHis heart of love obeyed the call.\\nIn others woes, forgot his own.\\nA homeless wanderer, he trod\\nThe rugged ways of field and town.\\nAnd dared for righteousness and God,\\nThe clannish hate, the bigot s frown.\\n73", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "Cbo IVian o f Sovvoivs\\nTo poverty and trials Ijorn,\\nA life forlorn and meek he led,\\nWhen hungry, plucked the \\\\va\\\\ ing corn,\\nAnd had not where to la\\\\ his head.\\nAt night he sought the niountains bare,\\nOr fisher s boat beside the sea,\\nOr peasant poor their lot to share,\\nWhere washed the wa\\\\ es of Galilee.\\nW ith mourners grouped beside the tomb,\\nWhere in cold death a jjrother slept,\\nMidst shadows of a darkened home.\\nHis grief found tears with those who wept.\\nYet from the tears on earth he shed,\\nThere blooms a beauty more complete.\\nAnd b\\\\ his sighs and sorrows dread,\\nThe psalm of life is made more sweet.\\n74", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "(Tbo in an of f-orroiPf\\nAh \\\\vli\\\\ slioiild \\\\vc too oft forget,\\nThat lie for us these sorrows bore\\nWhy cares of sense our lives beset,\\nAnd cut the wings by which we soar?\\nO heart of God, so infinite,\\nCirant all of love a larger share,\\nThat floods the world with joy and light,\\nAnd shows his life reliected there\\n75", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "@ngefs ai t^t Com6\\n(t) HILE yet twas dark in Eastern sky,\\nNor dawn with crimson lips had kissed\\nThe sacred towers on Sion high,\\nNor drank from Kedron s brook the mist.\\nAnd morning star still lingered yet\\nO er silent slopes of Olivet,\\nWearied by shock of strange events.\\nSlept Salem s city calm and still\\nWhen Mary, moved by grief intense\\nThe last sad ofifice to fulfill.\\nGroped through its streets her lonely way.\\nTo seek the place where Jesus lay.\\n76", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Ctngels at tl)c tlonib\\nO loving soul O earnest heart\\nThat perils risks of city rude,\\nAnd darkness scorns of lane and mart,\\nTo pay the debt of gratitude,\\nAnd prove her constant tenderness,\\nTo Him who died the world to bless.\\nHer fervent zeal put fears to flight.\\nHer aching breast defied the gloom.\\nHer love outstripped the morning light.\\nAs swift she sought her Master s tomb.\\nBearing sweet spices in her hands.\\nAnd rich perfumes of distant lands.\\nBut as in that dim morning gray.\\nShe stood before the tomb alone,\\nHer heart was filled with sore dismay.\\nThe body of her Lord was gone.\\nIn sorrow keen dark shadows swept\\nAcross her soul she turned and wept.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "Ctnoicis at iljc Comb\\nThen lo she saw through flowing tears,\\nTwo angels clothed in garments white;\\nThe wondrous vision calmed her fears,\\nTheir words made gloomy darkness bright;\\nWhom thou seekest among the dead,\\nIs not here, but risen, they said.\\nIn life s garden there ever stands\\nThe new made grave, wherein are laid\\nIn bud or bloom, as God commands,\\nTo whom our hearts dear homage paid\\nTheir light is from the hearthstone fled.\\nWe bathe their tombs in tears we shed.\\nBut see in shadows of each tomb.\\nTwo angels stand in bright array.\\nWhispering the promise of that home.\\nWhere shines one glad immortal day;\\nThese seen through tears new glories wear,\\nHope and Faith are the names they bear.\\n78", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "t^t (Bav% QBfueBtrb s ^ong\\nNH winter s morn as down the lane I strolled,\\nThe clouds with signs of coming storm\\nhung red,\\nA breeze swept inward from the sea, where rolled\\nHuge waves in garments white like sheeted dead\\nThe land, a picture desolate and grey,\\nSave tents of lingering snow that scattered lay.\\nAs sad I mused on ways of Providence,\\nAnd problems dark concerning human fate,\\nStrange questionings came: shall these ills of sense.\\nAnd pains of wrong on man forever wait\\nOr shall there not a Ions: lad summer come\\nWith fairer skies and flowers sweeter bloom\\n79", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "Cl^^ ^\u00c2\u00a3arli( Bhicbirb s Sena\\nJust then from out the old orchard trees,\\nThere broke upon mine ear, flute-Hke and sweet,\\nA song of such enchanting melodies,\\nI thouirht some ano;el choirister to greet.\\nNor was I wrong as out the branch it flew.\\nIts wings I saw, were dipped in heaven s own blue.\\nThrice welcome, sweet warbler of blue-tipped wing.\\nThy song bringest tidings of brighter days\\nBut why this sudden haste This is not spring!\\nlliou dost mistake the moons So spare thy lays\\nThe orchis still sleeps in its forest shade\\nWith pink-eyed arbutus, were words I said.\\nThen low was I humbled when again I thought.\\nHow this simple bird poured its propliet strain\\nOf summer skies, as its nature taught.\\nThat I lifted to reason s higher plane.\\nShould doubt the larger hope in man instinct.\\nOf Heaven and earth in holy marriage linked.\\n80", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "(Il)c (\u00c2\u00a3arly Blucbirb s Song\\nThis truth I learned that when I weary sighed,\\nAnd wished glad summer-time had swifter wings,\\nTo find its coming pledged and prophesied\\nIn that hope mine own heart so sweetly sings\\nTo me the task in truth and love to grow,\\nThe years to Him who will His goodness show.\\n8i", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "Q^ebfime\\nr\\\\AY is waning to its close,\\nDusky twilight fainter grows,\\nStar of evenino; brio-hter o-lows\\nAbove the hills\\nShadows hide the valleys deep,\\nMisty ghosts o er meadows creep.\\nFlowers in dewy nightcaps sleep.\\nBeside the rills.\\nSoftly falls the dark ning gloom,\\nFrom brown fields the reapers come.\\nAnd tinkling herds seek their home,\\nAs daylight fades.\\nLonely pipes the whippoorwill.\\nHark the echoes from the hill.\\nFarm and forge lie weird and still,\\nBeneath the shades.\\n82", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Bcbtimc\\nTis an hour of grateful calm,\\nCeased grim toil and worlds alarm,\\nNight dim and cool pours its balm\\nOn weary eyes.\\nTread lightly pilgrims of earth,\\nHushed the sounds of noisy mirth.\\nDay is dead that had its birth\\nIn morning skies\\nLife is but a passing day.\\nWith its hues of morning grey,\\nBusy noon with fervid ray,\\nAnd eventide.\\nAnd death the calm set of sun,\\nWhen the weary day is done,\\nAnd our burdens one by one.\\nWe lay aside.\\n83", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "BcMimc\\nWhen we ve tasted morning sweet,\\nBorne the scorching midday s heat,\\nAnd dark storms have often beat\\nUpon the breast\\nGlad the time of calm repose,\\nFreed from earthly cares and woes,\\nHope s evening star gleaming shows\\nA home of rest.\\nTeach me thou herald of night,\\nTo welcome thy soft ning light,\\nNor fear when grows dim my sight.\\nAt set of sun.\\nBut with a faith strong and deep,\\nIn Thy arms. Lord, fall asleep,\\nTrusting Thee my soul to keep,\\nThy will be done.\\n84", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9ebica^ion 35gmn\\nROM age to age, in every clime,\\nThy children. Lord, have bowed the knee\\nWith fervent prayer and sacred hymn.\\nIn groves and temples worshipped thee.\\nAnother altar here we raise,\\nAnd seek thy presence as we wait,\\nWith solemn rites and grateful praise,\\nThese courts to Thee we consecrate.\\nHere may Thy truth in beauty shine,\\nAnd shed abroad its quickening rays,\\nTouch dying souls with life divine.\\nAnd guide their steps in heavenly ways.\\n85", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "Dcbication i^ynm\\nHere youth and age together meet,\\nDeep sorrow lay its burden down,\\nEarth s careworn pilgrims rest their feet,\\nAnd contrite hearts their sins disown.\\nHere incense bring of pure desires.\\nAnd fragrance sweet of upright deeds.\\nOur sacrifice, love s holy fires\\nThat kindle at another s needs.\\nO Love Divine, thy people bless,\\nWho here shall come to praise thy name.\\nEach heart a shrine of righteousness.\\nEach day undimmed devotion s flame.\\n86", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "(g ^^ip (Siicf) BaUn\\nship rich laden leaves the strand,\\nAnd sails away to unknown shore,\\nA last adieu, a wave of hand.\\nIts whitened sails are seen no more;\\nWhat fleets she meets on other seas.\\nFrom fragrant isles what breezes blow.\\nWhat regions seen more fair than these.\\nAh who can tell, or who can know\\nWhat freight she bore to that strange land\\nNot jewels rare from India s mine.\\nNor costly gems from Kurdistan,\\nNor pearls that in deep ocean shine\\n87", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "a 5l}ip Kid] \u00e2\u0082\u00acabcn\\nNot these, but yet to me far more,\\nA gentle soul of purest ray,\\nAnd heart of mine this vessel bore\\nWhen morning gray she sailed away.\\nAnd will my ship return again.\\nTo bring me news of brighter lands,\\nOf peaceful harbors, shining main.\\nWhere drifts her keel o er golden sands\\nSome message sweet of fairer clime,\\nSome token sure of faces dear,\\nWho sailed away in olden time.\\nAnd now send back their greetings here\\nIn summer s calm and winter s blast,\\nI ve anxious watched the heaving tides.\\nTo catch some glimpse of rising mast.\\nAs home again she proudly rides\\n88", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "a Ship Hicb \u00e2\u0082\u00acabcn\\nBut naught I see on ocean zone;\\nI only hear the breakers roar,\\nThat wildly dash in plaintive moan,\\nThen die in silence on the shore.\\nSo long I ve gazed my locks are white,\\nAnd weary eyes oft fill with tears,\\nWhile day is fading into night\\nBut midst this gloom of doubts and fears,\\nO vision sweet hope s beacon throws\\nA wondrous glory o er that sea,\\nAnd in its light a dear face glows,\\nA snow-white hand is beckoning me.\\n89", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "O Bov^^ 15 5^ ^^3\\nOW long, O Lord, to that glad time,\\nWhen nations shall thy glory see,\\nWhen anthems sung in notes sublime\\nShall sound redemption s jubilee?\\nWhy thy chariot wheels so slow,\\nTo smite the sin, to crush the wrong.\\nTo save the bleedino- heart from woe.\\nTo lift the burdens borne so lono-\\nWhy wait the seeds that saints have sown.\\nAnd moistened with their blood and tears.\\nSo long before the blade is grown,\\nAnd fields are crowned with whitened ears?\\n90", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "(D sjorb, I^oip \u00e2\u0082\u00aconci\\nOh, why does justice calmly sleep,\\nIts sword in scabbard dim with rust.\\nWhile wicked men their orgies keep.\\nTo tempt their race to drunken lust\\nHearest thou not the anguish cry,\\nThat comes from many a wretched home.\\nStarved childrens moan, the mothers sigh.\\nThe fearful wail of the drunkard s doom\\nSeest thou not the thousands slain,\\nSad wrecks alonu; time s fieetino- strand.\\nPerished to swell the dramshop s gain,\\nSlain by the keeper s blood-red hand\\nAnd shall these crimes forever last,\\nPill with their woes this earth so fair.\\nIts homes destroyed by the wasting blast\\nWith precious hopes once garnered there\\n91", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "0 \u00e2\u0082\u00acorb, V}Ow \u00e2\u0082\u00ac0110;\\nForbid, O Lord, but in thy wrath\\nArise and smite this curse and sin.\\nFor Christ s coming make clean a path,\\nAnd bring his holy kingdom in.\\nLet not thy judgment long delay,\\nStrike, and avenge thy children s cries.\\nHasten, Lord, the glorious day.\\nAnd bless with joy our waiting eyes\\n.^_y\\n92", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "C^e 3 (ViBion\\nHINGS are we do not see,\\nBut sure it is that he,\\nWho would see all things best.\\nMust have eyes holiest.\\nSad the blind on whose sight\\nLingers the long dark night\\nMore pitiful his lot\\nWho with eyes seeth not.\\nEach makes the world he sees,\\nIn space or centuries\\nOne to dull clown it seems.\\nOther in prophet s dreams.\\n93", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "tri?c Zsniparb rib.ion\\nTis spirit colors all,\\nPaints Nature great or small,\\nRobes skies in blue or gray.\\nBrings dark or sunny day.\\nMakes our heaven and our hell,\\nOur deities as well.\\nSince the gods creeds impart,\\nBut pictures are of heart.\\nAs fine or gross the sense,\\nSo is sight s recompense,\\nAnd whether ill or fair,\\nIs what we mortals are.\\nAs shores of bush and brake,\\nReflected are in lake\\nSo world in parts or whole,\\nAre mirrored of the soul.\\n94", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Cl?c 3nir\u00c2\u00bbar6 Dtsion\\nNo beauty outward seen,\\nTill first it dwells within\\nNo God of love confessed,\\nTill love pervade the breast.\\nTo make the vision bright,\\nFill soul with love and light;\\nWho has the most of these.\\nBoth God and Nature sees.\\n95", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "Conknt\\nN waters deep, dear Lord, Fm tossed.\\nThese ocean bounds I cannot see,\\nTis in thv Q:reatness I am lost,\\nWhile so much beauty dazzles me.\\nPlain, simple things I try to learn.\\nBut this excess of glory bright.\\nThat fills creation from thy throne,\\nBut blinds and mocks my feeble sight.\\nWhy search out God to understand.^\\nWhy sound a vast and shoreless sea\\nThe things I find so close at hand.\\nBest shape and build my destiny.\\n96", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "(\u00c2\u00a3ontont\\nThough questions all I cannot solve,\\nOr clearly grasp such mystery,\\nOne thing I m sure, that God is love.\\nAnd that is full enough for me.\\nWith this sweet thought let calm content,\\nAbide forever in my breast,\\nHis ways though dark in love are meant.\\nAnd what He does is always best.\\n91", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "Z^e ^mf(\u00c2\u00a7tomn QTlatb\\nA sprig of fern before me lies,\\nAnd on the air its odors fling,\\nWhich, seen with dull or careless eyes,\\nMay seem a small and trifling thing\\nBut deeper thought it wakes in me,\\nA wondrous vision of the mind.\\nIn which with eye of memory,\\nI new and sweeter meanings find.\\nWith magic spell this simple fern.\\nShames necromantic arts of old\\nI look: the wheels of nature turn.\\nAnd circling years are backward rolled;\\nLife s early scenes in beauty glow;\\nBefore me rise the woods and plain,\\nWhere oft I roamed long years ago.\\nAnd sober age grows young again.\\n98", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "CI] Sun- Brown IViaxb\\nI see the meadow robed in green,\\nThe pasture where I drove the cows,\\nThe sloping banks and brook between,\\nAnd fragrance breathe of hemlock boughs\\nWhile on the air there lingers sweet,\\nThe music soft of tinkling bell,\\nThe lonely thrush his songs repeat.\\nAnd echoes wake in woodland dell.\\nI hear the laughter on the hills.\\nWhere merry children berries seek.\\nAnd heart again with rapture thrills.\\nAt sight of one with sun-tanned cheek,\\nAnd smiles brimful of roouish 2:lee,\\nThat hide and seek with blushes play\\nO er her face lips, that wandering bee\\nIn search of sweet, might tempt astray.\\n99", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Ct^c 5un=Bvoirii 211 ai6\\nI show her where June HHes grow,\\nWhere sprouts the spicy sassafras,\\nGolden cinquefoil and asters blow.\\nThe woodchuck s castle in the grass;\\nAnd while we sit beneath the pines,\\nAnd chainlets make of tender leaves,\\nWhich on her hat of straw she binds.\\nTies stronger round my heart she weaves.\\nI told my love by word and sign,\\nShe blushed then pouted, half in fun.\\nBut when she turned her lips to mine.\\nAh then I knew her heart was won\\nSo thrilled with fervant ecstacies.\\nWe lost all sense of time and shade,\\nAnd wondered why the flying days\\nWere not for lovers longer made.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Cl)C 5un=Broipn IViaib\\nvision sweet of sunny days,\\nThat floats so clear in mem ries light,\\nWhen on this forest herb I gaze,\\nYet like some transient dream of night;\\n1 turn, alas how changed the scene,\\nSince that glad time by hillside wood\\nHow many silent graves between\\nHow manv milestones on the road\\nThe hills the same, the brook runs on,\\nLilies still show their pearl and gold.\\nBut changes come with every sun.\\nSince lovers met by shady wold\\nThe barefoot boy white-haired has grown.\\nAnd many a year has gently shed\\nIts dews, where sleeps beneath the stone.\\nHis early love, the sun-brown maid.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "IXnuttaint^\\nHOUGH skies at morn in beauty glow,\\nWith signs of sunny day complete,\\nYet who can tell what noon may show.\\nWhat clouds may come, what storms may beat,\\nTo change the day that seemed so fair,\\nFrom promise bright to dark despair\\nThe flower we plant with fondest care.\\nAnd watch its growth with fresh delight,\\nWhose leaves breathe out a fragrance rare.\\nWith brightest tints to charm the sight.\\nEre night is withered by the frost.\\nThe first amono- our treasures lost", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Uncertainty\\nThe star we love oft proves a gleam\\nOf some uncertain meteor brio^ht,\\nOur dearest hope a midnight dream,\\nThat fades away ere morning light;\\nToday how calm our sea is shown,\\nTomorrow what sad wrecks are strown\\nOf good or ill in life s brief day,\\nWe know not what an hour mav brino;,\\nBut blindly grope our feeble way,\\nAnd in our doubts and darkness cling\\nIn trust to Him who sparrow guides,\\nAnd on the stormy whirlwind rides.\\nTis well we cannot lift the veil,\\nThat kindly hides our future fate,\\nOr else how oft our hearts would fail,\\nAnd solemn tasks neglected wait\\nFar better blindness than to see\\nThe portents of sad destiny.\\n103", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "Uncertainty\\nOne faith alone can wipe our tears,\\nAnd to our hearts sweet comfort bring,\\nThat sometime in immortal years.\\nFrom all these ills will gladness spring\\nSome joy will grow from every pain.\\nAnd not a tear be shed in vain\\n104", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "Tlie last lui^t /iiiii\\nAnd diiskv ^loo//; tin\\nbeam of Ui^ht is gone,\\nsolenni landscape fills.", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "^^e ^unaef ^ouv\\nLOW clips the golden rim of setting sun,\\nTill clown behind the purple tinted hills,\\nThe last lingering beam of light is gone.\\nAnd dusky gloom the solemn landscape fills.\\nThe sounds of noisy care and busy gain\\nAre hushed; save notes of tinkling bells are heard,\\nAnd farmboy s shout far down the grassy lane.\\nThe cricket s song or screech of startled bird.\\nThe tired traveller near his journey s end.\\nSees glimmering lights across the distant plain;\\nThither with joy his cpiickened footsteps bend,\\nFor soon he hopes to meet dear ones again.\\n107", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "d)c Sunset f}our\\nO blest, indeed, who in life s sunset hour,\\nCan through gathering shadows plain discern,\\nSome gleaming lights beyond this darkened shore\\nSome glimpse of home in an immortal bourne.\\nWith hope new kindled he pursues his w^ay,\\nThat grows still brighter as he nears his goal,\\nTill fades dim earthly light to heavenly day,\\nLoved meet aoain and soul communes with soul.\\n1 08", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "DEC 29 1899", "height": "3191", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "desertedfarmhous00lin_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3191", "width": 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