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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Sun's Behind The Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a soft and peaceful feeling<br>Comes across the farming hand<br>As the shadows go a-stealing<br>Slow along the new-turned land.<br>The lazy curling smoke above the thatch is showing blue,<br>And the weary old plough horses wander homeward two 'n' two,<br>With their chains a'clinkin', clankin', when their daily toil is through,<br>And the sun's behind the hill.<br>Then it's slowly homeward plodding<br>As the night begins to creep,<br>And the barley grass is nodding<br>To the daisies, all asleep,<br>The crows are flying heavily, and cawing overhead;<br>The sleepy milking cows are lowing sof'ly in the shed,<br>And above them, in the rafters, all the fowls have gone to bed,<br>When the sun's behind the hill.<br>Then it's 'Harry, feed old Roaney!'<br>And it's 'Bill, put up the rail!'<br>And it's 'Tom, turn out the pony!'<br>'Mary, hurry with the pail!'<br>And the kiddies run to meet us, and are begging for a ride<br>On the broad old 'Prince' and 'Darkey' they can hardly sit astride;<br>And mother, she is bustling with the supper things inside,<br>When the sun's behind the hill.<br>Then it's sitting down and yarning<br>When we've had our bite and sup,<br>And the mother takes her darning,<br>And Bess tells how the baldy cow got tangled in the wire,<br>And Katie keeps the baby-boy from tumbling in the fire;<br>And the baccy smoke goes curling as I suck my soothing briar,<br>When the sun's behind the hill.<br>And we talk about the season,<br>And of how it's turning out,<br>And we try to guess the reason<br>For the long-continued drought,<br>Oh! a farmer's life ain't roses and his work is never done:<br>And a job's no sooner over than another is begun.<br>For he's toiling late and early from the rising of the sun<br>Till he sinks behind the hill.<br>But it grows, that peaceful feeling<br>While I'm sitting smoking there,<br>And the kiddies all are kneeling<br>To repeat their ev'ning prayer;<br>For it seems, somehow, to lighten all the care that must be bore<br>When the things of life are worrying, and times are troubling sore;<br>And I pray that God will keep them when my own long-day is o'er,<br>And the sun's behind the hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Comes across the farming hand
As the shadows go a-stealing
Slow along the new-turned land.
The lazy curling smoke above the thatch is showing blue,
And the weary old plough horses wander homeward two 'n' two,
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