Fortunes for Farmers 



the open air, and the modern process of shutting 

 him up in brick prisons where he hardly sees the 

 sun or feels the wind is ruining his constitution. 

 It is fitting that he should live amongst little 

 things, growing things, lambs, calves, and foals, 

 and his walks should be across grass and newly- 

 ploughed furrows, breathing always the unpol- 

 luted air. His ancestors lived in this manner 

 for countless centuries, and he cannot remove 

 without ultimate trouble. 



They who live on or by the land are largely 

 sheltered, and fear nothing. The seasons pass, 

 the years roll on, but they persist in quietness, 

 for whatever else may vanish, the land remains. 



Finis. 



letchworth: at the arden press 



