l look around!"
Up leaps the dog: "Get down, you pup,
Are you so glad you would eat me up?"
The old cow lows at the gate to greet him.
The horses prick up their ears, to meet him.
Well, well, old Bay!
Ha, ha, old Grey!
Do you get good food when I'm away?"

"You haven't a rib!" says Farmer John:
"The cattle are looking round and sleek;
The colt is going to be a roan,
And a beauty too, how he has grown!
We'll wean the calf, next week."
Says Farmer John, when I've been off,
To call you again about the trough,
And watch you, and pet you, while you drink,
Is a greater comfort than you can think."
And he pats old Bay,
And he slaps old Grey;
"Ah, this is the comfort of going away."

"For after all," says Farmer John,
"The best of the journey is getting home!
"I've seen great sights, but would I give
This spot, and the peaceful life I live,
For all their Paris and Rome?
These hills for the City's stifled air,
And big hotels, all bustle and glare,
Lands all horses, and roads all stones,
That deafen your ears and batter your bones,
Would you, old Bay?
Would you, old Grey?
That's what one gets by going away."

"I've found out this," says Farmer John,
"That happiness is not bought and sold
And clutched in a life of waste and hurry,
In nights of pleasure and days of worry,
And wealth isn't all in gold,
Mortgage and stocks, and ten per cent.,
But in simple ways of sweet content.
Few wants pure hopes, and noble ends,
Some land to till and a few good friends,
Like you, old Bay,
And you, old Grey,
That's what I've learned by going away.

And a happy man is Farmer John,
Oh! a rich and happy man is he;
He sees the peas and pumpkins growing,
The corn in tassel, and buckwheat blowing;
And fruit on vine and tree.
The large kind oxen look their thanks,
As he rubs their foreheads and strokes their flanks,
The doves light round him, and strut and coo;
Says Farmer John: "I'll take you too,
And you, old Bay,
And you, old Grey,
The next time I travel so far away."

The Horse

A horse, long us'd to bit and bridle,
But always much disposed to idle,
Had often wished that he was able
To steal unnotic'd from the stable.

He panted from his utmost soul,
To be at nobody's control;
Go his own pace, slower or faster.
In short, do nothing--lik