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What a beautiful show of fine horses, 



Well lashioucd with nostrils so wide, 

 Full-breasted, smooth-limbed, with large muscles, 



And full of ambition and pride. 

 What beautiful Jerseys we witnessed, 



What poultry with plumage so gay — 

 And wluit a flue show of fair ladies, 

 . In plumage as lovely as they. 



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The elegant flowers you have shown us to-day, 

 J^xcelling all Solomon's kingly array. 

 In fashion and form are exceedingly fine, 

 All tinged with the hues of the pencil divine. 



The beast of the field never pauses to gaze 



Where the rose or the lily its beauty displays, 



Though it bloom in the field where he happens to graze. 



The ox is bright-eyed, with great muscular powers, 

 But the ox has no delicate sense such as ours, 

 To make him delight in the fragrance of flowers. 



The birds never pause on contemplative wing, 

 To welcome the violet's bloom in the spring. 

 Or tune their sweet carols its odors to sing. 



The flowers with their odors and^perfumes so rare. 

 With their elegant hues and their fashions so fair, 

 Were ordained not for brutes nor for fowls of the air. 



His hand who hath penciled and lavishly strewn 

 Their varied forms over the fields of each zone, 

 Has fashioned the flowers for His children alone. 



His children enjoy them — He meant that they should- 

 WhetV.er grown in the garden, the field, or the wood, 

 And acknowledge Him author of every thing good. 



One qualification a bard much needs. 

 Who sings to the farmers of gaiden seeds, 

 Of bread and butter and milk and cheese, 

 Of harvesting crops and of hiving bees, — 

 One qualification more than all, 

 And that is experience, — mine is small! 

 The man of experience speaks with power. 



