Why is our food so very sweet? Does not the sun, with constant pace, Do not the stars, which shine so bright, Does not the ox obedient bow His patient neck, and draw the plough? SECTION 4. The farmer, the spaniel, and the cat; or, An envious spirit exposed: a fable. As at his board a farmer sat, The hungry cat, in turn drew near, L Enrag'd, the snarling cur awoke, To scour the fields, and spring the game; "I own," with meekness, puss replied, "Superior merit on your side; Nor does my breast with envy swell, Contribute to the good of man. Whose claws destroy the pilf'ring mouse? From lurking rats secures the grain? Why should your heart with gall o'erflow? Since there's enough for you and me?" 66 Thy words are just," the farmer cried ; And spurn'd the snarler from his side. SECTION 5. The honest miller of Gloucestershire: written in 1796. Of all the callings and the trades, Which in our land abound, The miller's is as useful sure, As can on earth be found. The farmer he manures the land: And though no wealth he has, except As houses or as lands. The thrasher he is useful too, Unless he winnow'd well the corn, But vain would be the farmer's care, And vain would be the ploughman's pains, In vain, without the miller's aid, Then sure an honest miller he Must be a public blessing. And such a miller now I make This miller lives in Glou'stershire : I shall not tell his name; For those who seek the praise of God, In last hard winter-who forgets Then all was dismal, scarce, and dear; Then husbandry long time stood still; To make the matter worse, the mills Fast by a living stream, it was Which flow'd amain when others froze, Nor ever stopp'd the mill. The clam'rous people came from far, This favour'd mill to find: Both rich and poor our miller sought; For none but he could grind. His neighbours cried: "Now, miller, seize The time to heap up store; Since thou of young and helpless babes Hast got full half a score." For folks when tempted to grow rich, By means not over-nice, Oft make their num'rous babes a plea, To sanctify the vice. Our miller scorn'd such counsel base; And when he ground the grain, With steadfast hand refus'd to touch Beyond his lawful gain. "When God afflicts the land," said he, "Shall I afflict it more? And watch for times of public wo, Thankful to that Almighty pow'r I'll use the means he gives, to sooth My river flows when others freeze; For rich and poor I'll grind alike; So all the country who had corn, May ev'ry village in the land, Be with such millers bless'd! L 3 |