Digital Image of Boy and Cow
THE OLD BELL COW
WHEN I was but a boy, I loved so happily to roam
Through every nook and corner of the dear old country home;
At dewy morn to pasture I would drive the cows,and when
The shades of eventide drew on, I drove them home again.
And one among their number I remember very well,
It seems but yesterday I saw the cow that wore the bell;
She was not fairer than the rest, nor any finer breed,
Yet all the others followed her, wherever she might lead;
And in my youthful mind I used to wonder why and how
It was that all the cattle tagged the old bell-cow.
Strange years of shadow and of shine have passed away since then,
And now I mingle daily with the hosts of busy men.
And still I muse more earnestly than what I used to do,
For men, I find, are likewise quite peculiar creatures, too.
And some have natures made of gold, without a speck or flaw,
While some are only gilded forms, all padded out with straw;
And while the modest, worthy man the worl...