God Bless The Farm

God bless the farm- the dear old farm! God bless lte evcry rood, Where wllllng hearts and sturdy arma Can earn au honest lirelihood - Can from the coarse and fertlle soll Win back a recompense for'toll. God bless each meadow, Held and nook, Begemmed wltli ialrest Uowors, And every leaf that's gently shook By evenlng breeze or inoming showers ; God bless them all ! eaoh leaï's a gem In nature's gorgeous dladem. The orohards that, In early spring, Blush rlch In f ragrant flowers, And wlth each autumn surely brtnst Thelr wealth of frults In golden sliowers; Llke pomegranates on Aaron's rod, A mlracle Irom Nature's God. And may he bless the farmer's home, Where peace and plenty relgn ; No happier spot 'neath heaven'a high dome, Doth thls broad, beauteous earth contato, Than where, secure irom care and strtte, The farmer leads hls peaceíul lite. Unvexed by toll and trlcks for galn, He turas the fertlle mold ; hen scattera on the golden graln. And reap reward an hundred fold , He dwells where grace and beauty charm, For God hatu bleased lüa home and farm.