Through the long day the cows are seen
All graz-ing as they go,
Wan-der-ing a-long the mea-dows green
Where yel-low hawk-weeds grow.

But when the clock with-in the tower
Strikes five, they al-ways pace
Slow-ly--for well they know the hour--
Home to the milk-ing place.

Then in the yard quite still they stand,
Swing-ing their la-zy tails,
Where Ann and Su-san are at hand
With stools and milk-ing pails

I love to see the white milk flow,
And in the pail froth up;
And Ann, who is so kind, I know,
Will let me fill my cup.




AU-TUMN.

"Be glad then, and re-joice in the Lord your God."--JOEL ii. 23.


'Tis au-tumn now; the corn is cut,