The Home Circle by Agnes M. March

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Apr 23, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 17.

The Home Circle.

By Agnes M. March

TWO VISIONS.

WHERE close the curving mountains drew, To clasp the stream in their embrace, With every outline, curve, and hue Reflected in its placid face, The plowman stopped his team to watch The train, as swift it thundered by; Some distant glimpse of life to catch, He strains his eager, wistful eye.

The morning freshness lies on him, Just wakened from his balmy dreams; The travelers, begrimed and dim, Think longingly of mountain stream.

Oh, for the joyous mountain air, The fresh, delightful autumn day Among the hills! The plowman there Must have perpetual holiday!

And he, as all day long he guides His steady plow with patient hand, Thinks of the flying train that glides Into some new, enchanted land,

Where, day by day, no plodding round Wearies the frame and dulls the mind, Where life thrills keen to sight and sound, With plows and furrows left behind.

Even so, to each, the untrod ways Of life are touched by fancy's glow, That ever sheds its brightest rays Upon the path we do not know! —Agnes M. March, in Century.