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faun att jtagfaft*THE INDEPtRDENX r All ME H,Let sailors sing of the windy deep,Let soldiers praise their armor.But In my heart this toast will keep—The Independent Farmer.When first the rose in robe of green Unfolds the crimson lining,And ’round his cottage porch is seed The honey suckle twining;When banks of gloom their sweetness yield To bees that gather honey,He drives the team across the field, Where skies are soft and sunny.The blackbird ciilcks behind the plow, The quail pipes loud and alear.Yon orchard hides behind its bough The home he loves so dear;The gray and old born doors unfold His ample store in measure,More rich than heaps of hoar cd gold,A precious, blessed treasure;While yonder in the porch thqre stand* His wife the lovely charmer,The sweetest rose on at! his lands—The Independent Farmer.*To hlin the spring comes dancingly.To him the summer blushes,The autumn smiles with gentle ray,Ills sieep old winter hushes.He cares not how the world may move;No doubts or fears confound him ;His little flock are linked in love.And household angels ’round him;He trust* in God and loves his wife,Nor grief nor ills may barm her;He’s Nature’s nobleman in life—The Independent Farmer,
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Gordonsville Native Virginian
Gordonsville, Virginia, US
Fri, Mar 25, 1870
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