1 APRIL 1905, Page 15

I shall tend my 'Line and sheep, And my pretty

lambs shall fold In deep pastures starred with gold.

On green carpets they shall tread.

Gold and purple be their bed, Honeyed clover make their food In a watered solitude.

Garden places I shall tend. . For a welcome to a friend Make for him a roomy seat By the box and privet sweet.

• And my kitchen garden shall Grow me fruits on tree and wall, Give me blossoms in the spring • And an autumn gathering.

An old dial and a cote Where the pigeons fly and float, And a well so green and dim Where the little fishes swim. Hives of honey I shall own, Bees with drowsy monotone Toil all day to bring me home Heather-honey at the gloam.

'Twist the mountains and the sea There my little farm will be. In a heart-remembered spot I shall have my happy lot.

In the heart-remembered place, Where the mountains lift their face, I shall tend my sheep and kine, And a thankful heart be mine.

When a little farm I keep I shall sleep the happiest sleep, To my simple meals invite Thanksgiving and appetite.

In the heart-remembered place I shall wear a shining face, And my quiet nights be praise, And a prayer my innocent days.