POETRY.

THE FARMER.
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All the tolls of summer Ger,
Peace and plenty round the door,
Who on earth so blest and free
AS the Farmer Like the bee,
All the sweets oflife are his
Large and full his cup of bliss
Who can envy thrones to kings,
When the Plough such treasure brings.


See his works with profit crown'd--
Barns with hay stacks huddled round,
Like family, whom fear
Draws within circle near
Stately steeds and cattle neat,
Cribs ofcorn and mows Of wheat.
Thickly peopled is his fold--
Harmless sheep and lambs behold,
Like the Christian midst the din
OF a noisy world of sin
Fowls osiparous csckiius round,
Pois'd with one foot on the ground,
Meet their master as he comes,
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When at midnight His still,
Hear his geese with voices shrill,
At the siiliest thought Of harm,
Raise the tocsin of alarm
While from all the yards round,
Echoes back the screaming sound.


See the lofty turkey-eock,
Monal ch of the feather'd flock,
Like naughty potentate,
strutting round the yard of state,
Filled with anger fierce and dread,
AT the sight of daring red,
Sweli'd and gobbling as he goes,
Dire destruction on his foes
But, like other tyrants, he
Soon will lose his head, you'll see.


Ere the morn unlocks her doors,
Whence stream of daylight pours,
Ere the bacchanalian goes
From his cups to seek repose,
Here the game-cock's clarion peal,
Breaking sleeps mysterious seal,
Like a summons from the skies,
Calling mortals to arise:
While each faithful centinel
Answers loud that " all is well
Industry obeys the call
Rises. hastens to the stall
And replenishes with food
All his stock, and all his brood
Who around him gladly fly
To a bountiful supply.
Back the husbandman returns,
Where his FIRE now briskly burns,
Where the partner of his joys
Rosy girls and healthfui boys,
Kneeiing with him round the chairs,
Send to heaven their matin prayers:
Thus the year with him begins,
Thus the race to heaven he wins.