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Poem
November 25, 1868
Raftsman's Journal
Clearfield, Clearfield County, Pennsylvania
What is this article about?
An ode reflecting on agricultural progress over two hundred years, from wild fruits to cultivated orchards, praising the farmer's creative toil with God, simple faith, and the greater worth of sowing fields or planting trees over worldly power.
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For the farmer.
AN AGRICULTURAL ODE.
This day, two hundred years ago.
The wild grapes by the river side,
And tasteless ground-nut trailing low.
The table of the woods supplied.
Unknown the apples red and gold.
The blushing tint of peach and pear:
The mirror of the pow wow told
No tale of orchards ripe and rare.
Wild as the fruits he scorned to till.
These vales the idle Indian tread :
Nor knew the glad, creative skill,
The joy of him who toils with God.
O painter of the fruits and flowers!
We thank thee for thy wise design.
Whereby these human hands of ours
In nature's garden work with thine.
And thanks that from our daily need
The joy of simple faith is born.
That he who smites the summer weed
May trust Thee for the autumn corn.
Give fools their gold and knaves their power,
Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall:
Who sows a field, or trains a flower,
Or plants a tree is more than all.
For he who blesses most is blessed:
And God and man shall own his worth
Who toils to leave as a bequest
An added beauty to the earth.
And soon or late, to all that sow,
The time of harvest shall be given;
The flowers shall bloom, the fruit shall grow,
If not on earth, at last in heaven.
AN AGRICULTURAL ODE.
This day, two hundred years ago.
The wild grapes by the river side,
And tasteless ground-nut trailing low.
The table of the woods supplied.
Unknown the apples red and gold.
The blushing tint of peach and pear:
The mirror of the pow wow told
No tale of orchards ripe and rare.
Wild as the fruits he scorned to till.
These vales the idle Indian tread :
Nor knew the glad, creative skill,
The joy of him who toils with God.
O painter of the fruits and flowers!
We thank thee for thy wise design.
Whereby these human hands of ours
In nature's garden work with thine.
And thanks that from our daily need
The joy of simple faith is born.
That he who smites the summer weed
May trust Thee for the autumn corn.
Give fools their gold and knaves their power,
Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall:
Who sows a field, or trains a flower,
Or plants a tree is more than all.
For he who blesses most is blessed:
And God and man shall own his worth
Who toils to leave as a bequest
An added beauty to the earth.
And soon or late, to all that sow,
The time of harvest shall be given;
The flowers shall bloom, the fruit shall grow,
If not on earth, at last in heaven.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Moral Virtue
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Agricultural Ode
Farming
Toil
Faith
Harvest
God
Nature
Blessing
Poem Details
Title
An Agricultural Ode.
Subject
This Day, Two Hundred Years Ago.
Key Lines
Who Sows A Field, Or Trains A Flower,
Or Plants A Tree Is More Than All.
For He Who Blesses Most Is Blessed:
And God And Man Shall Own His Worth
Who Toils To Leave As A Bequest
An Added Beauty To The Earth.
And Soon Or Late, To All That Sow,
The Time Of Harvest Shall Be Given;
The Flowers Shall Bloom, The Fruit Shall Grow,
If Not On Earth, At Last In Heaven.