* I as m UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Out to Old Aunt Mary's f\r^ f 7 ^ 1 '* P ^ ' dll' 'JBifcio^nr if ^ ' Out to Old Aunt Mary's By James Whitcomb Riley Drawings by Howard Chandler Christy- Decorations by Margaret Armstrong The Bobbs-Merrill Company Indianapolis Copyright, 1887, 1898, 1904 By James Whitcomb Riley Copyright, 1904 The Bobbs- Merrill Company PRESS OF BRAUNWORTH & CO. BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS BROOKLYN, N. Y. V ^ ROBERT J. BURDETTE WITH ALL GRATEFULNESS AND AFFECTION 848770 XS You who have journeyed the wide world through- Knowing the Old U^ or Id as the New, Cruise or pilgrimage or shrine, Found you ever so all-divine A haven as first was yours and mine Out to old Aunt Marys? Out to Old Aunt Mary's In those old days of the lost sunshine Of youth T : ^J WASN'T it pleasant, O brother mine, In those old days of the lost sunshine Of youth when the Saturday's chores were through, And the "Sunday's wood" in the kitchen, too, And we went visiting, "me and you", Out to old Aunt Mary's?- -. -. 1 The scent of the cherry-blossoms blown After us, in the roadway lone Me and you" And the morning fair, With the dewdrops twinkling everywhere; The scent of the cherry-blossoms blown After us, in the roadway lone, Our capering shadows onward thrown Out to old Aunt Mary's! Out by the barn-lot and down the lane We patter along in the dust again '< \^ ^%i (x^ It all comes back so clear to-day! Though I am as bald as you are gray, Out by the barn-lot and down the lane We patter along in the dust again, As light as the tips of the drops of the rain, Out to old Aunt Mary's. Loitering, awed, o'er pool and shoal Out to old Aunt Mary's, JV The few last houses of the town; Then on, up the high creek-bluffs and down; Past the squat tollgate, with its well-sweep pole; The bridge, and "The old 'Babtizin'-hole' ", Loitering, awed, o'er pool and shoal Out to old Aunt Mary*s Where the hammering "red-heads" hopped awry I A We cross the pasture, and through the wood, Where the old gray snag of the poplar stood Where the hammering "red-heads" hopped awry, And the buzzard "raised" in the "clearing"-sky And lolled and circled, as we went by Out to old Aunt Mary's. Or, stayed by the glint of the redbird's wings, Or the glitter of song that the bluebird sings. Or, stayed by the glint of the redbird's wings y Or the glitter of song that the bluebird sings, All hushed we feign to strike strange trails, As the "big braves" do in the Indian tales> Till again our real quest lags and fails Out to old Aunt Mary's. W V Chasing each other from tree to tree Out to old Aunt Mary's 7^ And the woodland echoes with yells of mirth That make old war-whoops of minor worth! . Where such heroes of war as we? With bows and arrows of fantasy, Chasing each other from tree to tree Out to old Aunt Mary's! <^L==; *JL V) \i^ Our cares behind, and our hearts ahead Out to old Aunt Mary's. *2L ^ And then in the dust of the ^oad again; And the teams we met, and the countrymen; And the long highway, with sunshine spread As thick as butter on country bread, Our cares behind, and our hearts ahead Out to old Aunt Mary's Where dwelt our Saint in her simple cot Out to old Aunt Mary's \\ .. , \u I For only, now, at the road's next bend To the right we could make out the gable-end Of the fine old Huston homestead not Haifa mile from the sacred spot Where dwelt our Saint in her simple cot Out to old Aunt Mary's. And wasn't it good for a boy to be Out to old Aunt Mary's Why, I see her now in the open door Where the little gourds grew up the sides and o'er The clapboard roof! And her face ah, me* Wasn't it good for a boy to see And wasn't it good for a boy to be Out to old Aunt Mary's? The jelly the jam and the -marmalade, And the cherry- and quince-" preserves" she made The jelly the jam and the marmalade, And the cherry- and quince-"preserves" she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, With cinnamon in 'em, and all things rare! And the more we ate was the more to spare, Out to old Aunt Mary's! Just for the visiting children's sake- Out to old Aunt Mary's rv Ah! was there, ever, so kind a face And gentle as hers, or such a grace Of welcoming, as she cut the cake Or the juicy pies that she joyed to make Just for the visiting children's sake Out to old Aunt Mary's. 348770 The honey, too, in its amber comb One only finds in an old farm-home CV* ^ riff ; The honey, too, in its amber comb One only finds in an old farm-home; And the coffee, fragrant and sweet, and ho! So hot that we gloried to drink it so, With spangles of tears in our eyes, you know Out to old Aunt Mary's. Or was it the grove, with its leafy breeze, Or the dim hay-mow, with its fragrancies \ And the romps we took, in our glad unrest! Was it the lawn that we loved the best, With its swooping swing in the locust trees, Or was it the grove, with its leafy breeze, Or the dim hay-mow, with its fragrancies Out to old Aunt Mary's. \ Laughed all day as it slowly poured Over the dam by the old mill-ford '>n Far fields, bottom-lands, creek-banks all, We ranged at will. Where the waterfall Laughed all day as it slowly poured Over the dam by the old mill-ford, While the tail-race writhed, and the rnill-wheel roared Out to eld Aunt Mary's. The talks on the back-porch, in the low Slanting sun and the evening glow But home, with Aunty in nearer call, That was the best place, after all ! The talks on the back-porch, in the low Slanting sun and the evening glow, With the voice of counsel that touched us so. Out to old Aunt Mary's. And then, in the garden near the side Where the bee-hives were and the path was wide And then, in the garden near the side Where the bee-hives were and the path was wide, The apple-house like a fairy cell With the little square door we knew so well, And the wealth inside but our tongues could tell Out to old Aunt Mary's. Where the swinging shelves and the crocks were kept, Where the cream in a golden languor slept And the old spring-house, in the cool green gloom Of the willow trees, and the cooler room Where the swinging shelves and the crocks were kept, Where the cream in a golden languor slept, While the waters gurgled and laughed and wept Out to old Aunt Mary's. And as many a time have you and I Barefoot boys in the days gone by Knelt, and in tremulous ecstasies Dipped our lips into sweets like these, - Memory now is on her knees Out to old Aunt Mary's. And all is well Out to old Aunt Mary's For, O my brother so far away, This is to tell you she waits to-day To welcome us: Aunt Mary fell Asleep this morning, whispering, "Tell The boys to come" And all is well Out to old Aunt Mary's. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA AT LOS ANGELES THE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY This book is DUE on the last date stamped "below 'JUL241967 OCT9 OCT OCT IHZYZSSIT T OF PS2704 .094 y 3 1158 01134 32( L 009 588 154 6 UC SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FAC L TY AA 001 218057 6