I shut my eyes,—I see again,
With light the garden rife,
The hedge in flower, the little wood,
The farm and farmer's wife!
If God, as oft our pastor says,
Repays all kindness done
(At random even) to our kind,
My debt He sure must own.
Oh, may He fill that vale with flowers,
That home with joy and life,
And ever guard from storms and tears
The farm and farmer's wife!
In winter may a group of Loves
Around her spindle smile,
Like angels bright in Mary's home,
Her leisure to beguile;
And may they hail with shout and noise,
On mimic drum and fife,
A brother dear, to glad each year
The farm and farmer's wife.
ENVOI.
My little song, now take thy flight!
A feeble offering!
In April nights, with fuller praise,
The nightingale shall sing.
Oh may her tender song of love
Scare death, and ill, and strife,
And bring down choicest blessings on
The farm and farmer's wife.
