1. Probably a musical rendition of the poem of that name appearing on pp. 41-42 of Lyrics of Homeland, by Eugene J. Hall, 1881:

THE OLD FARM GATE

The old farm gate hangs saggin' down
On rusty hinges bent an' brown,
Its latch is gone, an' here an', there,
It shows rude traces o' repair.

That old farm gate hez seen each year
The blossoms bloom an' disappear;
The bright green leaves o' spring unfold,
An' turn to autumn's red an' gold.

The children hev upon it clung,
An' in an' out with raptur' swung,
When the'r young hearts were good an' pure,
When hope wuz fair an' faith was sure.

Beside that gate have lovers true
Told the old story, alwus new,
Hev made the'r vows, hev dreamed o' bliss,
An' sealed each promise with a kiss.

That old farm gate hez opened wide
To welcome home the new-made bride;
When lilacs bloomed, an' locusts fair,
With the'r sweet fragrance filled the air.

That gate, with rusty weight an' chain,
Hez closed upon the solem' train
That bore her lifeless form away,
Upon a dreary autumn day.

The lichens grey an' mosses green
Upon its rottin' posts are seen;
Inishuls, carved with youthful skill
Long years ago are on it still.

Yet dear to me, above all things,
By reason o' the tho'ts it brings,
Is that old gate, now saggin' down
On rusty hinges, bent an' brown.