The Farmer Feedeth All

My lorl rides through hls pnlacegate, My iHdy eweeps along üie state, Thesaite thinka long on many a thlng, And llie muiden musea in marrylng I he mlnstrel harpeth inerrlly, The sullor plouuhs the foaming soa, The hunlsinau kllls the koI red deer And the soldier wars wil hout a fear, But fall to each befall The farmer ho must feed them all. Smlth liammereth cheertly the swonl, Prleul preacheth pure and holy word Diime Allee worketh broidery well C'lcrk Klchaid ta es oriovecau teil, The tap-wrlfe sells her foamlng beer Dati Klsher llnheth In tbe mere, And oourtlers ruffle, strut and shlne While pages hring the GaHCon wlne, Hul fall to each whate'er befall The farmer he must feed ihem uil. Man bullds hls castles fair and high Whiiti vi;r rlver runneth by; (in-at clle8 rlse In every land, Grent cliU'Che show the bolder's hand Oreat arrties. monomenU and towers Fair pulace and p easlng bowers. Oreat work Is done, be'l here and there And well ¦"n wurket h everywhere, But work or rest, whate'er befall, The farmer he must feed Ihem all. -[Charles Q. Leiand. lint if the country gives us free trade, )e will have x touul) job.