The Farmer's Life
By Daniel C. Colesworthy
I love the farmer’s life – it is
The seat of every pleasure;
The home where peace and joy and bliss
Are found in ample measure.
Around the bright domestic hearth
The children now are playing;
Anon they skip about the floor.
No envious thought betraying.
Our cattle and our sheep are fine,
Our swine are daily growing,
And all the luxuries of life
Into our lap are flowing.
I’m not perplexed with half the cares
That to the heart are pressing,
Of him who in the city lives,
And scarcely knows a blessing.
So I will live a farmer’s life,
And be contented ever,
Till He who made my lot so blest
The thread of life shall sever.
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