Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-10-15
FARM AND GARDEN
THE HUSBANDMAN.
BY W. S. H.

Fling wide the golden gates to day, ding wide;
One comes i'll stately pomp before whom bow
All loyalty. He comes not purple CARRIED.
No shining, kingly cirClet decks his brow,
He bears 10 passport from the realm If Art.
No claim he makes 10 honors proudly won
Where men With mighty eioquence the forum fill:
That fercer weapon than the whetted sword
The pen-not trained is he TO fifty WELD.
No splendid armies marching at his back
Move grandly DER the world on conquest bent;
Nor strives he at the sacred bar of God
To plead for those whom sin has set with scars.
Not here, not here the field where him we own
As ruler of this hour, his prestige shows.
See where he sways, see where in mighty strength
He bends him daily 10 his noble task
Now in the gentle, sweet, fair spring of year,
When in the mellow, sun surchaTged air,
The earth's strong forces move in silent power,
When swells the merry roundelay of birds,
When green grow all the heIds and MOWERS
start
From out the earth bound prison bars to light,
While on their tiny affairs lay they glad
The subtle incense of their rare perfume
Now cometh him we own with bare right arm
And brawny, beating breast and stalWart frame,
And face all bronzed and body marked with
toll,
Low bending, while he scatters far and free
The harvest seed DER all the well titled land,
Mark well this act of him who rules to-day.
Now warmer shines the SUMS strong forceful
ray:
TIE warm, rich blood of summer stirs the world,
Natures sure signs seen in leaf and grain.
The flowers now In deeper hues are clad;
Gay -gaI bed they nod you from the lane
And smile beside the citys well-kept hedge
The wondrous summer time is here at last,
That time when he who rules this day
Stands near 10 natures pulslng. throDb1ng breast
And feels her beating heart in silent sympathy.
She knows as knows none else how near comes he
To he--than all mankind most near comes he.
See now his acts; see how he softly moves
Amongst his tass ling corn in lowy PRIDE
See how he lends ii aid to gain and grow,
See how he watches DER the yellowing grain,
To swell the hungry granaries of the world.
Look yet again. Him on whom we own today,
Him of the brawny breast and face all bronZed
And manly, stalwart frame, so knit and strong,
Proud now before the golden harvest stands,
Miles far he sees the nodding yellow grain,
And not a bowng head is i'll the throng
But owns him lord and master of the hour.
Not long he stands and looks, but sckling fast
lie reaps the generous yield of harvest gold,
Reaps what, God knows, should give him greater
store;
Reaps ON while all too oft there others be
Who line their purses with his weil-earned coin.
Him see We now him whom own as king?
Ger this fair festival in station high
He rules to-day he of the brawny breast
And stalwart frame and furrowed face all
bronzed.
Set toward the Sunny East where dawns for him
A better day, when he whose Bonded back
Is paining with its toll shall freer be
From burdens borne in Hardship's cruel might;
When he who nobly and reaps the food
Of continents snail be TO more serf
To waiting toll, but more erect and free,
Shall labor on to litter fill the place
Than which none nobler knows mankind.
Grand festival! the type of that great day
When He who governs for eternity
Shall deck the streets of pearl and SHINING gold
For Harvest Homes beyond the deathiess stars.
MINNEAPOLIS journal.