Original Document
Original Document
Sarah L. Oberholtzer, "At the Old Mill," 1873.

Radiant day is slowly fading,
And the evening calm and still,
Gazing through the oak and willow,
Stoops to kiss the ancient mill.

Listen to the damsel dancing
To the jig of feed and flour,
And the water-wheel revolving
With a dashing, constant power.

There is music in the rattle
Of the tinkling wheat that falls,
In the hopper, as the miller
Stops to heed the gristman's calls.

Yes, I love this shaded building,
Love the flowing stream and flowers,
Love to hear the busy clatter
On the lingering summer hours.

More than all, I love the miller,
For his sake, I love the rest;
Of this world and its enchantments
I adore him the best.

Of these twilights I would weary
If his voice came not to cheer.
And this mill - life would grow dreary
If my darling was not here.

Credit: Sarah L. Oberholtzer, "At the Old Mill," in Violet Lee. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott and Company, 1873.
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