Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1852-05-06

The small and great their nctes employ
To count the charms Of modest May.
This IS the seed time; the very nick
of time Of the honest and industrious far
mer As you SOW so shall you reap
Remember that mother earth, with all her
maternal feelings, Is like coy maiden still,
and will not manifest her affections without
first receiving the proper civiIiiies As
with the ladies', so with the land the adj
vances must first be made by him who
would win the fayors and share the bless
mgs of each. Up and at it man, with all
your might The bright sun of the season
IS up, and dispensing light and heat and
genial warmth to the earth that it may
yield of It's precious fruits an abundant sup
ply for man and beast, and bird and insect.
Cast the seed into the earlh-walch its
progress-clear the weeds--stir your stumps
and stir the soil. Rise early, labor dill.
gently, cheeriully, and you shall prosper a
bundanily. Act 'ceH, your part; there
all the honor lies !" and the God Of the har-
vest will crown your labors with success.
He tia, tlllelh the ground shall have plenty
of bread. Perform faithfully your whole
duty as wise ard prudent husbandman,
and your granaries shall be filled with yell
low corn, your barns with hay, your dwell
lings with comfort, your purses with cash,
and your hearts with gladness. "Cast
thy bread upon the waters, aud thou shalt
ind 1t after many days" Thus do the hus-
bahdmen of the east When the Nile over.
flows its banks, the farmer sows his seed
from light boat floating upon the waters.
The precious seed descends to The bottom,
and burles itself in the earth and when
the waters subsIde, the grain "takes root
downward and springelh upward" and the
Joyous husbandman, " after many days"
gathers in the precious crop in the time of
harvest. Shame on the man, who calls
himself Farmer, and is slothful, negligent
aud indolent, in the month of May, the
very seed time of The year, aud of all other
months the most important to the tiller of
the soil If he neglect to SOW he shall have
nought to reap but the bitter fruits of his
neglect. Manure--manure,- dig-dig-
keep diggIng-turn up your sleeves, and
earn your bread by the swea, of your brow
II will be sweet To the taste, and marrow to
the bones. Up! up my lads, speed the
pillow, guide the cultirator, ply the hoe,
" Wide awake" IS the motto
"nrght above, the heavens are glowing,
beauty paiklss al around
Shining river, mountain, stroamlct,
Lisp low and mellow sound
on the hillside hocks gazing,
s.lmhkins ffiskiog the lea
hcHy peasant boy and maiden
Gaily Joan an sportive glee."
lie who knows not what it is to labor,
knows not what 1t is to enjoy. The felicity
of human life depends on the regular pros
eculion of the same laudable purpose or OBJ
jects which keeps awake and enisens all
our powers. Our happiness consists in the
pursuit much more than in the attainment
of any temporal good. Rest is agreeable;
but i, is only from the preceding labors that
rest acquires its true relish" The lords Of
the soil understand this from happy expert
ence, aud rise up with the birds at dawn Of
day and ATE out in the field
They are sowing their seed Of noble deed.
With ssspisss watch and an earnest heed,
With a careful hand Ger tbs earth they SOW,
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