. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. California Agriculturist and Live Stock ^octvu. I FORGIVE. BY I9AAC KINLEY. j^H, never were words bo fondly meet By tongue of mortal spoKen; Oh, ne'er was uttered thought so sweet As that dear, holy token— I forgive. I speak the soothing, sacred word; It hath no tone of sorrow. There's joy wheree'er its sound is heard, It brings no sting to-morrow. I forgive, Yet I've had wrongs, and madly deep My spirit hath been stirred; But passion soothed itself to
. California agriculturist and live stock journal. Agriculture -- California; Livestock -- California; Animal industry -- California. California Agriculturist and Live Stock ^octvu. I FORGIVE. BY I9AAC KINLEY. j^H, never were words bo fondly meet By tongue of mortal spoKen; Oh, ne'er was uttered thought so sweet As that dear, holy token— I forgive. I speak the soothing, sacred word; It hath no tone of sorrow. There's joy wheree'er its sound is heard, It brings no sting to-morrow. I forgive, Yet I've had wrongs, and madly deep My spirit hath been stirred; But passion soothed itself to sleep When in my heart was heard, " I ; Forgive each word, forgive each deed, If aught of wrong is done thee, For soon thy aching heart will bleed If vengeful thoughts have won thee. I forgive. Each angered thought we must control, The fires of passion smother, No malice cherish in the soul, No evil for a brother. I forgive. Forgive, forglvel 'lis God's command— Forgive and be forgiven; Forgive and take the profiered hand That leads thee on to heaven- I forgive. San Jose lustitiite, Nov., 1875. The Farmer King. The farmer sat in his old arm-chair, Rosy and fair. Contented there. "Kate, I declare," He said to his wife who was knitting near, " We need not fear The hard times here. Though the leaf of life is yellow and sere, " I' m the king you are the queen Of this fiiir scene, These fields of green And gold between. These cattle grazing upon the hill, Taking their fill. And sheep so still. Like many held by a single will; "These barnyard fowls are our subjects all; They heed the cull, And like a squall. On fast wings fall, Whenever we scatter for them the grain; 'Tis not in vain We live and reign. In this our happy and calm domain. "And whether the day be dim or fine, In rain and shine, These lands of mine, And fields of thine. In cloudy shade and in sunny glow. Will overflow With crops that grow. When gold is high and wh
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