The Little Brown Log Cabin on the Farm

LITTLE BROWN LOG CABIN ON THE FARM. {For the Improvement Era.) Among memory's sweet pictures There is one I oft recall, For it ever has the dearest, sweetest charm: 'Tis the clearing in the forest By the brooklet's cheery fall. And the little brown log cabin on the farm. chorus: Childhood, Wildwood, Wild flowers mid the trees, And wild birds singing fearless of alarm! Farm life. Charm life, Mid clover and the bees, By the little brown log cabin on the farm! Father, mother, sister, brother, In that little cabin home, With hearts for one another glowing warm. Gathered sunshine for each other. Ere life's fortunes bade us roam From our litte brown log cabin on the farm. Autumn, winter, spring and summer, How each season brought its joy! And in memory yet lingers ev'ry charm! 0, could I regain the pleasure That I had, a happy boy. In the little brown log cabin on the farm! J. L. TOWNSEND. Payson, Utah.