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Vol. VI.—No. 45.
RALEIGH. N. C, NOVEMBER 14, 1912.
One Dollar a Year.
When the Cows Come Home.
Alice Annette Larkin, Ashaway, R. I.
Oh, who’ll go with me through the field and lane,
Then out through the pasture gate.
And stop by the brink of the wandering brook.
And there for a moment wait;
Till the merry tinkle of bells comes near.
And I know by the music bright
That the ones that I seek are plodding along.
The cows coming home for the night?
Perhaps you will glance at my well filled hands.
And wonder what treasures I bear;
Or why I should burden myself with these.
For whom do I show such care.
So I’ll tell you a secret; it may be new,
I have found that it’s true and right.
That even these friends like a dainty bit.
The cows coming home for the night.
For cows are our friends; they will serve us well.
At least I have found this is so;
There’s seldom a kindness that’s lost on them;
Is this true of the friends you know ?
So many a feast do I save for them.
Perhaps you’ll agree that it’s right
To try to remember with kindest of thoughts.
The cows coming home for the night.
Then who’ll go with me through the field and lane ?
It is only a little way.
And the sun is still shining far over the trees
At the close of another day.
For the merry twinkle of bells comes near.
So hark to their music bright;
’Tis a happy time when each day I watch
The cows coming home for the night.
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