[Footnote 89: Was born in Tennessee; a well-known Western writer of both
verse and prose.]
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=_Thomas Buchanan Read, 1822-1872._= (Manual, p. 523.)
From "Sylvia, or the Last Shepherd."
=_407._= THE MOURNFUL MOWERS.
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Thus sang the shepherd crowned at noon
And every breast was heaved with sighs;--
Attracted by the tree and tune,
The winged singers left the skies.
Close to the minstrel sat the maid;
His song had drawn her fondly near:
Her large and dewy eyes betrayed
The secret to her bosom dear.
The factory people through the fields,
Pale men and maids and children pale,
Listened, forgetful of the wheel,
Till the last summons woke the vale.
And all the mowers rising said,
"The world has lost its dewy prime;
Alas! the Golden age is dead,
And we are of the Iron time!
"The wheel and loom have left our homes,--
Our maidens sit with empty hands,
Or toil beneath yon roaring domes,
And fill the factory's pallid bands,
"The fields are swept as by a war,
Our harvests are no longer blythe;
Yonder the iron mower's-car,
Comes with his devastating scythe.
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