'I he Farmer's Daupflitor. She lives within a quiet home, No model of the graer?, Ünknown to culture 'a higher walkp, Or fafihiOn's giddy place ; A thoughtíul girl, bo sweet, so vise-, Vith earnest face and loviiifí eye- The ffíí-mer'B geLÍle daughter. Froni moín till eve tíic little inaid Ib busy at lier - Sbe ewefps and dusts tïie old fafm-houoe And helps a poorer neighbor; Nogossip will she linten to ( merit í'are, I own to you), So lives the farmer's daughter. On balling days her tiny bands Are busy at the inaking ; No bread more light and sweet than hera Was ever naad e by baking. She churus the butter Rolden, 8 weet, And ke'?pH tho dairy white and neat - The farmer'ö ueeful daughter. Her garden is an Eden fair, A blooin with pinkn and roses - She knows the name of every flower, And makes some gorgeous posies - Growe peas, and radishf r, and cress, And corn, and squashj and herbs to presa - The faimer'8 happy daughter. Long may he bravely smilc on us - Öur dafling hotiueliold fairy, The ff úeen of garden, house and lot, And princess of the (fairy - To teach us by her pleasant way To love the things of Bvery day - God biest? the farmer's daufïhter.