The New England farmer . 1870. VOL. IV.—NO. 4. R. V. EATON^ & CO., Plrlisherr,Office, 3* Merchants How. MONTHLY. SIMON BROWN, ) editorsS. FLETCHER, ( J^»0R3. FARM OPERATIONS IN APRIL. Than in the couTitry, tell me TOlureMen fr- er are from pi iug care ?Where can ihV H^muder Bleep erjoy,Or time more harmlessly employ ?Do marble pavemes l« more delightThan the green turf ihat cbeer8 the sight?Or does the v/aU r of the townTaste sweeter than the crystal rillsThat trickle down the verdant hills ? N this monththe businessof creationseems re-sumed. Thevital sparkrekindles inihe dormantexistences —an
The New England farmer . 1870. VOL. IV.—NO. 4. R. V. EATON^ & CO., Plrlisherr,Office, 3* Merchants How. MONTHLY. SIMON BROWN, ) editorsS. FLETCHER, ( J^»0R3. FARM OPERATIONS IN APRIL. Than in the couTitry, tell me TOlureMen fr- er are from pi iug care ?Where can ihV H^muder Bleep erjoy,Or time more harmlessly employ ?Do marble pavemes l« more delightThan the green turf ihat cbeer8 the sight?Or does the v/aU r of the townTaste sweeter than the crystal rillsThat trickle down the verdant hills ? N this monththe businessof creationseems re-sumed. Thevital sparkrekindles inihe dormantexistences —and anon allthings live,and move,and havetheir earthputs on herlivery andawaits ihecall of herlord; the air breathes gently on his cheek, andconducts to his senses the warbling of birdsand the odors of new-born herbs and (lowers;the great eye of the world sees and shineswith bright and gladdening glances ; the watersteem with life ; man himself feels the revivi-fying and all-pervading influence; and his. spirit holds cnmmuairin sweetWith the brighter tpivits of the sky. But this, though true of April, because itbrings the first balmy airs and bursting flow-ers, is not all of April. Like the shiftingscenes in the pathway of a good mans life,April has its clouds and tears, which succeedi*s genial sunshine, in chilling winds or stormsof snow. But they are as evanescent as themonth is fickle. The all-searchirgsun, strongand fervid in its new course, pours its mehingbeams upon them, and they disappear. Thenthe grass springs up, the flowers unfold, theearth opens her bosom and invites man forthto scatter seed into it, in the hope of a boun-tiful harvest. The April work of the farmer is a sort offoundation-work for all the rest of the which is not begun cannot be must be improved, or harvests willnot succeed. Late in the morning, late allday. The laggard has no pluck. He wholeads in the race is full of courage. And soit is on the farm. April
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