68 STATE POMOLOGICAL SOCIETY. 



The blessings of life nieu count o"er and o'er, 



As they come from a liaad so divine, 

 Yet none in tlie laud, oh, farmer, I ween, 



But envy the joys that are thine. 

 The broad, level acres we look on with pride, 



The lierds in the pasture that graze, 

 But dearer to all, both on farm and in town. 



Is the rosy-cheeked fruit that we raise. 



In spring time how eagerly watch we the trees. 



As the green, pink, and white hues unfold, 

 And as nature so generouslj' scatters tlie bloom, 



Great orchard bouquets we behold. 

 And then the bright summer with heat and witli rain, 



Will render her aid to tlie trees. 

 So wlien tlie ripe apples in autumn are piclied. 



Like old friends, we recognize these. 



The Eusset, Ben Davis, and Greening we prize, 



For the profit that from them we gain. 

 And at liome or abroad what will gladden the eyes. 



Like the fair red-cheeked Baldwin from Maine I 

 No matter if people have difierent tastes. 



Such varieties of apples we find. 

 That with ease we select what will please everv one 



Both in size, color, flavor and kind. 



You may boast of the orange, lemon or peach, 



Ye men in the fair sunny lands, 

 But the coat of them each must be taken awaj- 



Before eating. Dame Nature demands. 

 Then let us not envy our brothers abroad, 



Their products their soil can afford. 

 But rather for dear old New England's rich land 



And its fruit, send our thanks up to God. 



I bid you God speed in your beneficient work. To such 

 hospitality as we have, and such attentions as we can bestow, 

 we welcome you. 



