On the Farm | AdventAI

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jan 13, 1909

On the Farm.

THE sun is setting and the toiler halts. Across the furrows, shadowed by its rays, The smoke from out his own home chimney curls In lazy clouds and fades away in air. His hand drops from his plow; the cool air blows Across his face a moment, as he stands Foot deep in stubble, then homeward starting, Caring for his faithful, weary team, He onward moves to meet his welcome home. The cheerful kitchen walls throw back A kindly glow, and in the gleam he sees The table with the simple supper spread; And then his wife, lighting the evening lamp.

After the meal a happy hour goes by With children prattling gaily on his knees. And then a prayer unto his Saviour-God, For mercy and protection through the night. Later to rest, a peaceful, dreamless sleep Until the rising sun proclaims the day. —Adapted.