100 STATE POMOLOGICAL SOCIETY. 



In later days we look to Enp:lish laws; 



In Erin's isle we see the wrong tbey canse. 



Where land is owned hut by the titled few 



Distress is i)revalent and riots brew. 



In our idea of home the interest lies 



In that one owns the home he occupies. 



'Tis this that /;ives each toiler in tlie land 



Coura«^e to labor with an honest hand; 



Incites him on in every enterprise 



Wherein success and an improvement lies; 



While this one thought his hours of labor cheers, 



The benellt will come in later years. 



His home ma}' be a humble cabin now 



On fertile plain or on the hillside brow; 



With trusting faitli he cultivates his lands 



And plants his fruit trees with industrious hands; 



Improvement marks his steps where'er he goes, 



And all waste places blossom as the rose. 



The cabin low, abode of toil and care, 



Gives way at last for stately mansion fair, 



While soft winds sing among his fruit trees near, 



Which pour their offerings grateful year by year. 



And tlowers their precious perfume freely shed 



And fall in showers of sweetness on his head. 



There's many a home in our fair land to-day 

 Such as I have endeavored to portray. 

 And if I ask, where in our country's bound 

 Can peace and satisfaction true be found. 

 You will not turn alone to learning's walls, 

 Nor yet to pleasure's gaily lighted halls; 

 Nor will you seek 'mid riches' dazzling glare 

 For perfect peace and happiness most rare, 

 But, turning to our humble farmer's home 

 Reposing sweetly neath high heaven's dome, 

 You say— this is a life that pleasure gives, 

 Happy is he who 'mid such beauty lives. 



There's many an influence that unbidden comes 

 From silent objects that adorn our homes. 

 A lady once lamented even with tears 

 To one— a playmate of her childhood's years — 

 That as her boys approached maturity 

 They had an ardent longing for the sea. 

 She could not understand the cause, she said. 

 That they should thus desire to earn their bread. 

 A beauteous picture hangs within their view, 

 A noble ship, speeding the waters blue. 



