. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 442 S&* %xtt8Ltx and jfcpoaristttatt. Oct. 24 THE FARM. Across the Wheat. BY MAEGAEET E. SANQ3TEE. You ask me for the Bweeteat Bound min« ears have ever, beard, A Bweeter than the ripples' plash or trilling of a bird, Than tapping of the raindrops upon the roof at night. Than the eighing of the pine trees on yonder mountain height; And I tell you these are tender, yet never quite so sweet As the murmur and the cadence of the wind across the wheat. Have you -watched the golden billows in a sunlit sea of grain. Ere yet the reaper bound the sheaves to nil the
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 442 S&* %xtt8Ltx and jfcpoaristttatt. Oct. 24 THE FARM. Across the Wheat. BY MAEGAEET E. SANQ3TEE. You ask me for the Bweeteat Bound min« ears have ever, beard, A Bweeter than the ripples' plash or trilling of a bird, Than tapping of the raindrops upon the roof at night. Than the eighing of the pine trees on yonder mountain height; And I tell you these are tender, yet never quite so sweet As the murmur and the cadence of the wind across the wheat. Have you -watched the golden billows in a sunlit sea of grain. Ere yet the reaper bound the sheaves to nil the creaking wain? Have you thought how Bnow and tempest and the bitter Winter cold Were but the guardian angels the next year's bread to hold, A piecious thing, unharmed by the turmoil of the sky, JubI waiting, growing, silently, until the storms went by? 01 have you lifted up your heart to Him who loves us all, And listens, through the angel songs, if but a sparrow fall? And then, thus thinking of His hand, what symphony so sweet As the music in long refrain, the wind across the wheat? It hath its dulcet echoes from many a lullaby. Where the cradled babe is hushed 'neath ihe mother's loving eye. It hath its heaven promise, as sure as Heaven's throne, That he who sent the manna will ever feed Ms owe; And, though an atom only, 'mid the countlesB hosts who share The Maker's never-ceasing watch, the Father's deathless care, Do you wonder when it sings me this, there's nothing half so sweet Beneath the circling planets, as the wind acroBS the wheat? Well-Bred Stock for the Farm. The farmer can make a personal application of (he old saying, "Penny wise and pound foolisb," as well as those in other vocations, and the oonseqaencesare no less damaging to his success in life. He strongly verities this when he sets out to stock his farm, end makes his selections from inferior breeds arid cheap grades. Iq following out his mistaken con- clusions, he takes the first step in a tedio
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