A Agricultural And Domestic

A farmer furrowed his swarded field, Aud f altered not for the day ; lic feit from tho north a frost-wind blow. And the path of the snu was gray, Ana (lie wheat-bird's whistle he heard from tho And he' lrnèw that (lic wcovil oft followcd the plough. lic beut Lis lowly forr.1 to the tank, Believing his labor a prayer; Su be plodded the pace of a cheerf ui man, Preparing his ground with care ; Whistled and plodded, then caat amain Por the harvcüt honr the seedlng grain. A farmer Bat in his cottage aoor, Nodding a noon-time nap, And the whitened wheat across the way, Waved on the mcadow's lap ; With heavy heads, In a slnmbering hazo, The stalhs bent down in the August days. Ab the farmer dozed, ho areamed and Bmiled, For bis acres waved on in his ey.'; ; And thon tho clink of the reapers he hcard. And his stacks anü his mows swolled high ; nd over his cheek a soft tcar crept, or the joj he lelt aB he nodded and Blept. _ He woke : in the haze of the hot afternoon, In héalth was be bent to tho snath, And over the flokls the gavels atretched, In many a winding path ; ..... The visión he saw had lightcned his task, And he learnert thatto pray wc m labor should aei. - Grand Rápida Xaglc