Southern planter : devoted to agriculture, horticulture, and the household arts . A cheerful spirit gets on quick ;A grumbler in the mud will stick. Evil thoughts are worse enemies thanlions and tigers, for we can get out of theway of wild beastsâbut bad thoughts wintheir way everywhere. Keep your headsand hearts full of good thoughts, that badthoughts may not find roomâ Be on your guard, and strive and pray,To drive all evil thoughts away. The rough work of the world is sure tobe done sufficiently well at the prompting ofthose motives which impel every man to dothe best he can for himself. Th
Southern planter : devoted to agriculture, horticulture, and the household arts . A cheerful spirit gets on quick ;A grumbler in the mud will stick. Evil thoughts are worse enemies thanlions and tigers, for we can get out of theway of wild beastsâbut bad thoughts wintheir way everywhere. Keep your headsand hearts full of good thoughts, that badthoughts may not find roomâ Be on your guard, and strive and pray,To drive all evil thoughts away. The rough work of the world is sure tobe done sufficiently well at the prompting ofthose motives which impel every man to dothe best he can for himself. These univer-sal motives take effect alike upon the lad whosweeps a crossing and upon an under secre-tary of state. Another class of the commoninterests of a community will be cared forand made good by those who, while laboring,in fact, for their fellow-men, are thinkingonly of their individual tastes in doing is thus that much of the intellectual workof a people is prosecuted in the fields of phi-losophy, poetry, and the fine arts. 64 THE SOUTHERN PLANTER. [January. The Light at Home. The light at home! how bright it beams When evening shades around us fall;And from the lattice far it gleams To lure to rest, and comfort all,When wearied with the toil of day; And strife for glory, gold, or fame,How sweet to seek the quiet way, Where loving lips will lisp our name. When, through the dark and stormy night, The wayward wanderer homeward hies,How cheering is the twinkling light, Which through the forest gloom he spies!It is the light of home, he feels That loving hearts will greet him there,And softly through his bosom steals The joy and love that banish care. The light at home! How still and sweet It peeps from yonder cottage doorâThe weary labourer to greet When the rough toils of day are oer!Sad is the soul that does not know The blessings that its beams impart,The cheerful hopes and joys that flow, And lighten up the heaviest heart. Ft the Knickerbocker, Rich Though Poor
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