AGRICULTURAL.

ghe farmers Winter Song.
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There is time the wise men saith,
For all things to be done:
70 plough, to sow, TO reap-as roll


Successive seasons on.
For pleasure, too, in apwery spring,


In fragrant summers wales,
In fruitful autumn's yellow fields,


In winters evening tales.
And though the fields are black and drear
The forests verdure gone
And all is withered, cold, and sere,
In garden, field and lawn,
There's something left and much TO cheer
And charm the Farmers heart,
For wintry winds to harvest hope,


Great influence inpart.
And while he views the drifting snow,
And treads the frozen earth
He has at home his gamers full


And social blazing hearth!
And thus he sings what'er pervade
The earth or sky of morn;
OF winters winds and summers suns,
The farmers hope is born!