Brother, come back! come back! <br />Dear brother, what can be the charm, <br />That holds you so strong -- that keeps you so long <br />Away from your father's able farm? <br />Poor Father, he tells how he needs you -- <br />And would it be more than is due. <br />His labors to share, his burdens to bear, <br />Who once bore your burdens for you! <br /> <br />'Tis the voice of your sister -- she calls you, <br />In tones both of love and alarm! <br />"By dead mother's prayers -- by father's gray hairs -- <br />Dear brother, come back to the farm." <br /> <br />Father, tho' years ago <br />The ablest and strongest of men, <br />Is failing at last -- you know he has past <br />The milestone of three-score and ten. <br />He's feeble, he's trembling, he's lonely, <br />Who once was so fearless and brave; <br />Yet you are away, while day after day <br />He totters on down to the grave. <br /> <br />Come from the wide, wide world, <br />Where dangers and perile abound! <br />Oh how can you roam so far from your home, <br />Where safety and comfort are found? <br />Come bring us the light of your presence, <br />Come give us the strength of your arm; <br />That we may once more see joy, as of yore, <br />Sit smiling upon the old farm.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-back-to-the-farm/
