The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/The Home That Used to Be
The Home that Used to Be
Oh, the home that used to be!
Sportive children, careless, free;
Vines around the cottage door,
Giant poplars hovering o'er!
Sportive children, careless, free;
Vines around the cottage door,
Giant poplars hovering o'er!
Laughing children home from school,
Playing in the evening's cool;
Then with early limbs and heads,
In their downy chamber beds.
Playing in the evening's cool;
Then with early limbs and heads,
In their downy chamber beds.
Hear the hum of mother's wheel;
Hear the farmyard's squawk and squeal;
Hear the calf by yonder bar,
Whilst the kine are lowing far!
Hear the farmyard's squawk and squeal;
Hear the calf by yonder bar,
Whilst the kine are lowing far!
Mother's wooden carpet loom—
How I hear its ceaseless boom!
Have indeed the years unfurled?
Hence, thou busy, bustling world!
How I hear its ceaseless boom!
Have indeed the years unfurled?
Hence, thou busy, bustling world!
1921.