|Out of the old house, Nancy—moved up into the new;|
|All the hurry and worry is just as good as through.|
|Only a bounden duty remains for you and I—|
|And that ’s to stand on the doorstep here, and bid the old house good-bye.|
|What a shell we ’ve lived in, these nineteen or twenty years!|
|Wonder it hadn’t smashed in, and tumbled about our ears;|
|Wonder it ’s stuck together, and answered till to-day;|
|But every individual log was put up here to stay.|
|Things looked rather new, though, when this old house was built;|
|And things that blossomed you would ’ve made some women wilt;|
|And every other day, then, as sure as day would break,|
|My neighbor Ager come this way, invitin’ me to “shake.”|
|And you, for want of neighbors, was sometimes blue and sad,|
|For wolves and bears and wildcats was the nearest ones you had;|
|But, lookin’ ahead to the clearin’, we worked with all our might,|
|Until we was fairly out of the woods, and things was goin’ right.
Will Carleton (1845–1912)
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