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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required IN a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous Tamer of Oxen: There they bring him the three-year-olds and the four-year-olds, to break them; He will take the wildest steer in the world, and break him and tame him; He will go, fearless, without any whip, where the young bullock chafes up and down the yard; The bullock’s head tosses restless high in the air, with raging eyes; Yet, see you! how soon his rage subsides—how soon this Tamer tames him: See you! on the farms hereabout, a hundred oxen, young and old—and he is the man who has tamed them; They all know him—all are affectionate to him; See you! some are such beautiful animals—so lofty looking! Some are buff color’d—some mottled—one has a white line running along his back—some are brindled, Some have wide flaring horns (a good sign)—See you! the bright hides; See, the two with stars on their foreheads—See, the round bodies and broad backs; See, how straight and square they stand on their legs—See, what fine, sagacious eyes; See, how they watch their Tamer—they wish him near them—how they turn to look after him! What yearning expression! how uneasy they are when he moves away from them: —Now I marvel what it can be he appears to them, (books, politics, poems depart—all else departs;) I confess I envy only his fascination—my silent, illiterate friend, Whom a hundred oxen love, there in his life on farms, In the northern county far, in the placid, pastoral region.
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