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Show A VOICE FROM THE FARM. "You sny that my life la n round of toll V The KtnlwHiD turmt'r wikl. "That I scarce can wrest from the oft-tilled oft-tilled soil My pittance of tlally bread? Well, what you tell me in part is true. I am Feldom uri idle man, But I value the blessing of rest, as you, Who have much of it, never can. "And, purely, I never worked In vain, From the fprin to the golden fall; The harvest has ever brought waving grain, . Enough and to spare for all. And when in the evening, freed from care, I gee at my farmhouse door My who and little one waiting there, Oh, what has the millionaire more! "My children may never have hoarded wealth; Their Uvea may at times ber ough; But if in their homes they have love and health, They will find thes riches enough. The only land they will ever own I? the land that the strong right arm And the patient, fearless heart alone Can till to a fertile farm. "I have nothing beyond my simple wants And a little for cloudy days; But no grim spectre my homestead . haunts, . Such as silver and oJd might raise. Around me are eyes that with sparkling mirth Or with placid contentment shine And no weal th-clogged lord upon all the earth Has a lot more blessed than mine. "Oh, yes I'm laboring all day long, With the mind and the muscle, too; But I thank the Lord, who has madii me strong, ' And given me work to do. For what, indeed, is the idle drone But a vampire on the land, Heaping fruit that by others was sown, And not by his own right hand I" |