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Their industry is not in vain, / For they have bounteous crops of grain, / And you behold on every field / Of grass and roots, abundant yield;
But after all the greatest charm / Is the snug home upon the farm.
And stone walls now keep cattle warm, / The cold blast now doth them no harm.
Poetry / Poetry to us is given, / As stars beautify the Heaven, / Or, as the sunbeams when they gleam, / Sparkling so bright upon the stream, / And the poetry of motion / Is ship sailing o'er the ocean;
Or, when the bird doth graceful fly, / Seeming to float upon the sky, / For poetry is the pure cream, / And essence of the common theme.
Poetic thoughts the mind doth fill, / When on broad plain to view a hill, / On barren heath how it doth cheer, / To see in distance herd of deer, / And poetry breathes in each flower, / Nourished by the gentle shower, / In song of birds upon the trees, / And humming of busy bees, / 'Tis solace for the ills of life, / A soothing of the jars and strife, / For poets feel 'tis a duty / To sing of both worth and beauty.