FAREWELL TO THE FARM, BY Robert Louis Stevenson.

The coach is at the door at last;

    The eager children, mounting fast

And kissing hands, in chorus sing; 

    Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

To house and garden, field and lawn,

    The meadows-gates we swung upon,

To pump and stable, tree and swing

    Good-bye, good-bye, to everything. 

And fare you well for evermore,

    O ladder at the hayloft door,

O hayloft where the cobweb cling,

    Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

Crack goes the whip, and off we go,

    The trees and houses smaller grow;

Last, round the woody turn we swing,

    Good-bye, good-bye, to everything.

_HOPE