A TALE FROM A MOUNTAIN GRANGE
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Ere the last faint notes were wafted To "Old Shack's" most distant peak—There a brave, and loyal patron Thus to himself did speak:—"I, Lucius Record, patron, member Of this Grange, a vow do make That I the very first will be The foundation ground to break.
For I have read of honors great To "lay the corner stone,"I'll be the first to break the ground And do it all alone!And so, for months, this patron brave Did cherish in his breast A longing for the time to come Which gave him much unrest.
"Old Father Time" moved slowly on— The snow began to melt—The bleak earth showed in tiny spots Where Lucius Record dwelt. For aught else in the world, just then He neither cared nor feared; But watched those patches grow, until The snow had disappeared.
