Quotes by James Fields

• A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.
• Oh, to be home again, home again, home again! Under the apple-boughs, down by the mill!