Show THE FAIR by douglas malloch we wrest no subterranean store from out of caverns deep and dark nor with the woodred wood blood red hand of war make harvest of a nations tears ours is ie the wealth of gods good soil and on his hii earth wo we leave rio GO mark but furrows of the alic farmers toll the business of a thousand years here we Rs assemble what we grew here we have gathered of the yield the products of the work avo scalo our answer to the ones who ask ak these are arc the children of the seed arisen in the fertile field A world of weary ones to feed a noble duty honest task even in joy of labor done wo we have our hour for deeper thought to see ece the glory of the sun in smiling fruit and golden grain ven een in the frolic of the fair we realize how god has wrought till herds increase and blossoms bear fed by his sunshine and his rain all mindful of our work again another season yet to be let us come forth rejoicing then to pass a merry week away proud of the treasures that are ours with merriment and industry taking of earth both fruit and flowers taking of life both work and play |