NEW YORK, NOVEMBER 20, 1886 
PRICE FIVE CENTS. 
*2.00 PER YEAR. 
Entered according to Act of Congress, m the year 1336, by the Rural New-Yorker In the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 
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THE RURAL’S THANKSGIVING GREETING TO THE FARMER. 
Got) bless you, Mr. Farmer; 
May nothing you dismay, 
’'lay peace and happiness be yours 
This bright Thanksgiving-day. 
Your friends are all before you, 
We bring you words of cheer, 
Let not your heart be troubled 
About the coming year. 
We greet you, Mr. Farmer, 
We love the dear old farm, 
We're proud to work and do our best 
X keep your babes from harm. 
We come to greet you kindly, 
Our compliments to pay, 
E'en though our lives be offered up 
To eelebrate the day. 
Be thankful, Mr. Farmer, 
That this slow-changing year 
Has left you strong and hopeful, 
And kept your conscience clear. 
What If your gains are meagre, . 
If on Truth's golden door 
You still can write, "I’ve wronged no man!” 
A king could write no more. 
Have patience, Mr. Farmer, 
The right shall yet prevail. 
The good we do Is never lost. 
Truth’s purpose cannot fail. 
Work ou! work on with patience; 
Be firm; be just; be true; 
To right the wrong, to dear the way 
The world shall conic to you. 
Have courage, Mr. Farmer, 
For half the tight is lost 
To hint who lets his manhood 
On Fear’s dark wing be tossed. 
Thought magnifies our trouble, 
Care eats the heart away; 
Thiuk only of your blessings 
And give your joys full play, 
Aud sa we say—God bless you, 
May nothiug you dismay, 
Be thankful. Mr. Farmer, 
This glad Thanksgiving-day, 
For health aud friends and love and home 
That money could not buy; 
Be thankful that the changing years 
So lightly pass you by. 
