Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1869-04-02

bv Professor Fl. W. Parker, at the Inauguration
services OF the Iowa State Agricultural College,
March II:
The American Farmer, son of the SUM-
Bronzed with glow from its glory won;
AS free as the air it is heaven to inhale,
And strong as the steeds OF the prairie gaze
Lord OF his castle and broad domain:
The herd his vassals the flock ms Ii IRAN;
He sits at the head of his bountiful board,
And laughs at the crowded world afar,
Buzzing with ceaseless commercial war
Behold him at morn Ibis polished plow
Traces dark lines with his silver Prov,
Writing the verse In alluvial mould
The summer shall print in letters OF gold,
And set to the trill of the orioles tune.
Behold him at rest in the laDguid DON,
Stretched on the grass and cooled by the breeze,
His kingy pavilion the glistening trees.
Behold him at eve THE evening ms own,
Home joys are his that to few are known:
The russell is brought from his last years store;
His fruity-faced children play on me noor, ,
And mis- wife, her cheek like orchard bloom,
LIS the crown, the queen of the cheerful room.
That mine of riches-that farmers wife
How busy and happy and proud her mel
From her pans she pans out I" her rolls of gold
And her eggs are all nest-eggs of wealth untold;
1t tries not her patience to try out her lard,
And her lot like her bread, is never nara
She knits her stockings, but never her brows-
Gives the fowls dressing, but not her spouse,
Oh, busy and happy and proud tne iile
The farmer lives, and the farmer WlIe.
Is the picture too fair, too rosy its glowi
Tell us, thou husbandman, john or JoeI
What are thy musings the livelong day.
Or home returned in the twilight grayE
What honest pride, what bliss OF health.
What converse with Nature! what hidden lore,
Wiser than books, is it thine to explorer
What science untaught, In scnoois unIearu,
OF soil and plant, or of beast and Dlro!
job who is one of the rarer kind,
"a Sur ny in heart and searching OF mlnd,
Repies in few words |" All, well 90 know
Life flowers and briers commingling grow,
And ma may pluck If he so desires,
The fowers alone, or only the lne briess
The lack of studious habit in youth"
Thus worthy john Is he rights II soY
Come, give us thy mind, thou frequent doe.
"WalI, now, I guess - oe answering says,
"a ruther hard time ont the farmers hez;
There's nuthin to think on but work and eat,
And arter his chores man is dead beat;
An there's oilers bad luck felicr frets,
High price an low price, notes an debts,
An breachy critters an losin a hoss,
An somehow the gains no more n the loss.
An the seed want sown the right o. the moon.
The sleeps got foot-rot an market !. down.
An, wheat kept, hopi1 p prices come ,oat % '1oun;
An the children took sick, can't tell how;
I'm sartin we gin 'em plenty o. pills,
But bilious fever brings doctors bills,
Wal, honest folks-they must oilers work;
It's only your village sharpers can sh1rk.
Thus Joe discourses: alas how the real
Kicks over the pail of the creamy ideal.
Ii Joe were honest there still would be
Some milk remaining for p0etry's tea.
But he keeps, tits said, the strippings apart
When he vends his milk by the pint or quart;
There's a tallowfaced hue in his butter ana
lard,
And his four-foot wood is cut-by the yard.
Is 1t then but dresm-this son of the soil,
Noble and wise in his primitive toilf
Hail, these fair halls i--ye teachers hail
Hence shall 60 forth no si.ters pale,
Brooding fine words, and those OF an age
That has reached the hydresulphuric stage
diction not freshened by daily resort
Direct to the seaside of Nature and Art.
None shall go hence, who, when they are
At loss what the Lord has formed them to do,
Save longer to paddle in learning's pool,
Must enter perforce professional school.
But hither shall come and hence shall go
, Youth who their earnest work shall know
The artisans son ana the farmers boy,
Whose fathers calling is honor and JOY.
In mind and muscle strong and skilled,
By thom ourideal shall gradually be filled
The woodmaI's name be name of pride,
BY knowledge aud character glorihed.
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Would there were time the life to trace
OF one, complete, who leaves this place
To SOW his knowledge with his seed,
And reap far more than mortal need.
What If his corn be not increased?
He is q mnd-a man-at least
Not a machine like that he rides
Not like the plodding horse he guides.
He reads in plant and soil and sun
Wonders undreamed by Solomon.
or might we track his after course
Who ponders here the laws of Force.
He sees in every breath Of steam
Shot from yon mill, a cloudy steam,
A mammoth power dissolved in air,
He builds township laundry there,
And frees the world-its hapless wife,
From bondage to the plague of life.
But who the happy change may guess
When woman takes her proHd B. S.*
Smile not She is in natures plan
Chemist and doctor to every man.
Shall she, thro ugh scientific lack
Shall she-the duck-be but quackY
Doubt not Ger all her daily toll
Science shall pour its wine and oil
The skill that SIN oothes her weary way,
The light of thoughts perpetual play;
This and religion are the wine
Shall make her lowly life divine.
*B. S. Bachelor Of Science.