Miller Knox, whom we knew well,
And the mill, and the floury floors,
And the corn, – and those two women,
And infants – yours!

The sun was shining when you rode
To market on that day:
The sun was set when home-along
You ambled in the gray,
And gathered what had taken place
While you were away.

O Miller Knox, ’twas grief to see
Your good...