"How well do I recall that happy day
When turning from the noisy world away,
By quiet lanes that never failed to charm,
I sought my home, the old deserted farm.
It was a winsome day in early fall,
A time when nature broodeth over all
Her broad domain of fruitful fields and woods,
And wooes the wand'rer in her gayest moods..."
~ Clarence Hawkes, 1895