The same old Summer, with the same old smile Beaming upon us in the same old way We knew in childhood! Though a weary while Since that far time, yet memories reconcile The heart with odorous breaths of clover hay; And again I hear the doves, and the sun streams through The old barn door just as it used to do. And so it seems like welcoming a friend-- An old, OLD friend, upon his coming home From some far country--coming home to spend Long, loitering days with me: And I extend My hand in rapturous glee:--And so you've come!-- Ho, I'm so glad! Come in and take a chair: Well, this is just like OLD times, I declare! WHAT SMITH KNEW ABOUT FARMING There wasn't two purtier farms in the state Than the couple of which I'm about to relate;-- Jinin' each other--belongin' to Brown, And jest at the edge of a flourishin' town. Brown was a man, as I understand, That allus had handled a good 'eal o' land, And was sharp as a tack in drivin' a trade-- For that's the way most of his money was made. And all the grounds and the orchards about His two pet farms was all tricked out With poppies and posies And sweet-smellin' rosies; And hundreds o' kinds Of all sorts o' vines, To tickle the most horticultural minds And little dwarf trees not as thick as your wrist With ripe apples on 'em as big as your fist: And peaches,--Siberian crabs and pears, And quinces--Well! ANY fruit ANY tree bears; And th purtiest stream--jest a-swimmin' with fish, And--JEST O'MOST EVERYTHING HEART COULD WISH! The purtiest orch'rds--I wish you could see How purty they was, fer I know it 'ud be A regular treat!--but I'll go ahead with My story! A man by the name o' Smith-- (A bad name to rhyme, But I reckon that I'm Not goin' back on a Smith! nary time!) 'At hadn't a soul of kin nor kith, And more money than he knowed what to do with,-- So he comes a-ridin' along one day, And HE says to Brown, in his offhand way-- Who was trainin' some newfangled vines round a bay- Winder--"Howdy-do--look-a-here--say: What'll you take fer this property here?-- I'm talkin' o' leavin' the city this year, And I want to be Where the air is free, And I'll BUY this place, if it ain't too dear!"-- Well--they grumbled and jawed aroun'-- "I don't like to part with the place," says Brown; "Well," says Smith, a-jerkin' his head, "That house yonder--bricks painted red-- Jest like this'n--a PURTIER VIEW-- Who is it owns it?" "That's mine too," Says Brown, as he winked at a hole in his shoe, "But I'll tell you right here jest what I KIN do:-- If you'll pay the figgers I'll sell IT to you.," Smith went over and looked at the place-- Badgered with Brown, and argied the case-- Thought that Brown's figgers was rather too tall, But, findin' that Brown wasn't goin' to fall, In final agreed, So they drawed up the deed Fer the farm and the fixtures--the live stock an' all. And so Smith moved from the city as soon As he possibly could--But "the man in the moon" Knowed more'n Smith o' farmin' pursuits,