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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Loehrs And The Hammonds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hey, Bud! O Bud!' rang out a gleeful call,--<br>'_The Loehrs is come to your house!_' And a small<br>But very much elated little chap,<br>In snowy linen-suit and tasseled cap,<br>Leaped from the back-fence just across the street<br>From Bixlers', and came galloping to meet<br>His equally delighted little pair<br>Of playmates, hurrying out to join him there--<br>'_The Loehrs is come!--The Loehrs is come!_' his glee<br>Augmented to a pitch of ecstasy<br>Communicated wildly, till the cry<br>'_The Loehrs is come!_' in chorus quavered high<br>And thrilling as some paean of challenge or<br>Soul-stirring chant of armied conqueror.<br>And who this _avant courier_ of 'the Loehrs'?--<br>This happiest of all boys out-o'-doors--<br>Who but Will Pierson, with his heart's excess<br>Of summer-warmth and light and breeziness!<br>'From our front winder I 'uz first to see<br>'Em all a-drivin' into town!' bragged he--<br>'An' seen 'em turnin' up the alley where<br>_Your_ folks lives at. An' John an' Jake wuz there<br>Both in the wagon;--yes, an' Willy, too;<br>An' Mary--Yes, an' Edith--with bran-new<br>An' purtiest-trimmed hats 'at ever wuz!--<br>An' Susan, an' Janey.--An' the _Hammonds-uz_<br>In their fine buggy 'at they're ridin' roun'<br>So much, all over an' aroun' the town<br>An' _ever_'wheres,--them _city_-people who's<br>A-visutin' at Loehrs-uz!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glorious news!--<br>Even more glorious when verified<br>In the boys' welcoming eyes of love and pride,<br>As one by one they greeted their old friends<br>And neighbors.--Nor until their earth-life ends<br>Will that bright memory become less bright<br>Or dimmed indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">... Again, at candle-light,<br>The faces all are gathered. And how glad<br>The Mother's features, knowing that she had<br>Her dear, sweet Mary Loehr back again.--<br>She always was so proud of her; and then<br>The dear girl, in return, was happy, too,<br>And with a heart as loving, kind and true<br>As that maturer one which seemed to blend<br>As one the love of mother and of friend.<br>From time to time, as hand-in-hand they sat,<br>The fair girl whispered something low, whereat<br>A tender, wistful look would gather in<br>The mother-eyes; and then there would begin<br>A sudden cheerier talk, directed to<br>The stranger guests--the man and woman who,<br>It was explained, were coming now to make<br>Their temporary home in town for sake<br>Of the wife's somewhat failing health. Yes, they<br>Were city-people, seeking rest this way,<br>The man said, answering a query made<br>By some well meaning neighbor--with a shade<br>Of apprehension in the answer.... No,--<br>They had no _children_. As he answered so,<br>The man's arm went about his wife, and she<br>Leant toward him, with her eyes lit prayerfully:<br>Then she arose--he following--and bent<br>Above the little sleeping innocent<br>Within the cradle at the mother's side--<br>He patting her, all silent, as she cried.--<br>Though, haply, in the silence that ensued,<br>His musings made melodious interlude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the warm, health-giving weather<br>My poor pale wife and I<br>Drive up and down the little town<br>And the pleasant roads thereby:<br>Out in the wholesome country<br>We wind, from the main highway,<br>In through the wood's green solitudes--<br>Fair as the Lord's own Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have lived so long together.<br>And joyed and mourned as one,<br>That each with each, with a look for speech,<br>Or a touch, may talk as none<br>But Love's elect may comprehend--<br>Why, the touch of her hand on mine<br>Speaks volume-wise, and the smile of her eyes,<br>To me, is a song divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are many places that lure us:--<br>'The Old Wood Bridge' just west<br>Of town we know--and the creek below,<br>And the banks the boys love best:<br>And 'Beech Grove,' too, on the hill-top;<br>And 'The Haunted House' beyond,<br>With its roof half off, and its old pump-trough<br>Adrift in the roadside pond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We find our way to 'The Marshes'--<br>At least where they used to be;<br>And 'The Old Camp Grounds'; and 'The Indian Mounds,'<br>And the trunk of 'The Council Tree:'<br>We have crunched and splashed through 'Flint-bed Ford';<br>And at 'Old Big Bee-gum Spring'<br>We have stayed the cup, half lifted up.<br>Hearing the redbird sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, there is 'Wesley Chapel,'<br>With its little graveyard, lone<br>At the crossroads there, though the sun sets fair<br>On wild-rose, mound and stone ...<br>A wee bed under the willows--<br>My wife's hand on my own--<br>And our horse stops, too ... And we hear the coo<br>Of a dove in undertone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dusk, the dew, and the silence.<br>'Old Charley' turns his head<br>Homeward then by the pike again,<br>Though never a word is said--<br>One more stop, and a lingering one--<br>After the fields and farms,--<br>At the old Toll Gate, with the woman await<br>With a little girl in her arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The silence sank--Floretty came to call<br>The children in the kitchen, where they all<br>Went helter-skeltering with shout and din<br>Enough to drown most sanguine silence in,--<br>For well indeed they knew that summons meant<br>Taffy and popcorn--so with cheers they went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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'_The Loehrs is come to your house!_' And a small
But very much elated little chap,
In snowy linen-suit and tasseled cap,
Leaped from the back-fence just across the street
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