THE INDEPENDENT FARMER.Itmay very truly be saidThat his is a noble vocation,Whose industry leads him to spreadAbout him a little Creation.He lives independent of allExcept th’ Omnipotent Donor:Has always enough at his call—And more is a plague to its owner.He works with his hands, it is true,But happiness dwells with employment,And he who has nothing to doHas nothing by way of enjoyment.His labors are mere exercise,Which saves him from pains and physicians;Then, Farmers, you truly may prizeYour own as the best of conditions.From competence, shared with content,Since all true felicity springs,The life of a farmer is blentWith more real bliss than a king’s.
Itmay very truly be saidThat his is a noble vocation,Whose industry leads him to spreadAbout him a little Creation.He lives independent of allExcept th’ Omnipotent Donor:Has always enough at his call—And more is a plague to its owner.He works with his hands, it is true,But happiness dwells with employment,And he who has nothing to doHas nothing by way of enjoyment.His labors are mere exercise,Which saves him from pains and physicians;Then, Farmers, you truly may prizeYour own as the best of conditions.From competence, shared with content,Since all true felicity springs,The life of a farmer is blentWith more real bliss than a king’s.
Itmay very truly be saidThat his is a noble vocation,Whose industry leads him to spreadAbout him a little Creation.
Itmay very truly be said
That his is a noble vocation,
Whose industry leads him to spread
About him a little Creation.
He lives independent of allExcept th’ Omnipotent Donor:Has always enough at his call—And more is a plague to its owner.
He lives independent of all
Except th’ Omnipotent Donor:
Has always enough at his call—
And more is a plague to its owner.
He works with his hands, it is true,But happiness dwells with employment,And he who has nothing to doHas nothing by way of enjoyment.
He works with his hands, it is true,
But happiness dwells with employment,
And he who has nothing to do
Has nothing by way of enjoyment.
His labors are mere exercise,Which saves him from pains and physicians;Then, Farmers, you truly may prizeYour own as the best of conditions.
His labors are mere exercise,
Which saves him from pains and physicians;
Then, Farmers, you truly may prize
Your own as the best of conditions.
From competence, shared with content,Since all true felicity springs,The life of a farmer is blentWith more real bliss than a king’s.
From competence, shared with content,
Since all true felicity springs,
The life of a farmer is blent
With more real bliss than a king’s.