id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
chapter-175		chapter-175			.txt	text/plain	403	32	93	Come Up from the Fields Father Come up from the fields father, heres a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door mother, heres a letter from thy dear son. Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellisd vines, (Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines? Below too, all calm, all vital and beautiful, and the farm prospers well. Down in the fields all prospers well, But now from the fields come father, come at the daughters call. And come to the entry mother, to the front door come right away. O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mothers soul! At present low, but will soon be better. See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better. But the mother needs to be better, To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son.	./cache/chapter-175.txt	./txt/chapter-175.txt