Eliza Cook

“ For the stream running nigh, and the hillocks of sand
Were temptations no dirt-loving rogue could withstand,
But to swing on the gate-rails, to clamber and ride
Was the utmost of pleasure, of glory and pride ”

“ And the dear ones came home thro’ the Old Farm Gate.
Oh! fair is the barrier taking its place,
But it darkens a picture my soul longed to trace—
I sigh to behold the rough staple and hasp,
And the rails that my growing hand scarcely could clasp.
Oh! how strongly the warm spirit grudges to part
With the commonest relic once linked to the heart;
And the brightest of fortune—the kindliest fate—
Would not banish my love for the Old Farm Gate.
Eliza Cook
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ The hallowed seat with listening ear;
And gentle words that mother would give,
To fit me to die, and teach me to live.
She told me shame would never betide,
With truth for my creed, and God for my guide ”