Riley Child-Rhymes with Hoosier Pictures

Old Aunt Mary’s

54 olD AUNt mARy’S WAS N’t it pleasant, o brother mine, in those old days of the lost sunshine of youth—when the Saturday’s chores were through, And the “Sunday’s wood” in the kitchen, too, And we went visiting, “me and you,” out to old Aunt mary’s? it all comes back so clear to-day! Though i am as bald as you are gray— out by the barn-lot, and down the lane, We patter along in the dust again, As light as the tips of the drops of the rain, out to old Aunt mary’s! We cross the pasture, and through the wood Where the old gray snag of the poplar stood, Where the hammering “red-heads” hopped awry, And the buzzard “raised” in the “clearing” sky And lolled and circled, as we went by out to old Aunt mary’s. And then in the dust of the road again; And the teams we met, and the countrymen; 57 old aunt mary’s And the long highway, with sunshine spread As thick as butter on country bread, our cares behind, and our hearts ahead out to old Aunt mary’s. Why, i see her now in the open door, Where the little gourds grew up the sides and o’er The clapboard roof!—And her face—ah, me! Wasn’t it good for a boy to see— And wasn’t it good for a boy to be out to old Aunt mary’s? And o my brother, so far away, This is to tell you she waits to-day to welcome us:—Aunt mary fell Asleep this morning, whispering, “tell The boys to come!” And all is well out to old Aunt mary’s. ...