A Home Pictures

A Home Picture
1853

Ben Fisher had finished his hard day’s work,
And he wat at his cottage door;
His good wife Kate sat by his side,
And the moonlight danced on the floor
Her beams were plear and bright
As when he and Kate, twelve years ars beforo,
Talk’d love in her mellow ilght

Ben Fisher had never And nover & a pipe of clay, And never dram m drank he;
So he loved at home with his wife to stay
And they chatted right merrily
Right merrily ly chalted they on, the while
Her babe slept on her breast;
Whils a chubby rogue, with rosy smile
On his father’s knee found rest

Ben told her how fast the potatoes grow
And the corn in the lower neld,
And the wheat And promised on the hill was grown to seed,
A glorious yield Field in A glorious yield
And his orchard was the harvest time,
His sheep and orchard was doing fair; stock
His farm all in were in their prime good repair,

Kate sald that her garden looked beautiful,
Her fowls and her calves were fat:
That the butter that Tommy that morning churned
Would buy him Bunday nul;
That Jenny for pa a new shirt had made,
And ’twas done, too, by the rule:
That Neddy the garden rond nice spade;
And Ann was whead at school

Ben slowly raised his toil worn hand
Thro his locks of grayish brown-
“I tell you, Kate, what I think,” said he
“We’re the happiest folks in town”
“I know” sald Kate, “that we all work hard-
Work and health go together, I’ve found
For there’s Mis Hell does not work at all
And she’s sick the whole year round

“They’re worth their thousan is so people say
But I never saw them happy yet:
‘Twould not be me that would take their gold
And live in a constant fret
My humble home has a light within
Mrs Bell’s gold could not bus-
Six healthy children, a merry heart
And a husband’s love fit eye”

I faneled a tear was in Den’s ете
The moon shone brighter and clearer:
I could not tell why the man should crу
But he hitched up to Kate still nearer:
He lean’d his head on her shoulder there,
And he took her hand in his
I guess-(tho I look’d at the moon just then)-
That he left on her lips a kiss
-Francis D Gage