Just came across this and thought I'd share. Please delete if already posted. THE OLD CAMP-OVEN. (Written by Will Carter for 'The Lone Hand.') - There's a dusty camp-oven that stands in the shade, Which no longer the hearth may adorn ; 'Neath a rude wooden bench in the corner 'tis laid, With a saw that is rusted and worn. In the pale of the twilight a woman all grey, A frail grandmother sits in the gloom, And she sees the cracked oven that crouches away, And the new fangled range in the room. And in fancy she follows a path that is old, ' And she dreams of a bonny bush bride, Of a home and a babe, and its ringlets of gold, ' And the flush of a young mother's pride. And she sees the camp-oven go down in a dray — Oh, the bumps on the steep, rocky hill— With a table and chairs on a hot summer's day, When she rode with her sister and Phil. There are children who range on the ridges above, Searching hither and thither for bark, In the days that she spent in the laughter of Jove, ' When her husband rode home in the dark. And the scones that she made and the beautiful bread Like a feather so crisp and so clean ; And the cakes and the pies, that Old Charlie oft said , Were quite fit for the feast of a queen. But the rusty camp-oven has now to make room, So it stands in the shadows away, Like the old-fashioned dame in the soft evening gloom, And she dreams of a happier day. Though the years bring us change upon wonderful change, Though the world seemed less clever before, In our hearts we steal back to the home on the range, And the good old camp-ovens of yore. Steal away from the roar and the rush and the cram. From the fever of heart and of soul ; There is nothing so sweet as the grand mother's jam, And a slice of a grandmother's roll.
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