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This Was His Dream
This was his dream: That earth should give
More ripened fruit, of grain more ears'
That by his toil mankind might live
A little better through the year.
With patient heart he went his way
At weary tasks that knew no end;
Until at last there came a day
He died, and all men lost a friend.
But in his neighbor's orchard yields,
In roads and bridge that spanned the stream:
In richer harvests, well-kept fields
There lived a remnant of his dream.
BEN SMITH
FARM JOURNAL AUGUST 1939.
This was his dream: That earth should give
More ripened fruit, of grain more ears'
That by his toil mankind might live
A little better through the year.
With patient heart he went his way
At weary tasks that knew no end;
Until at last there came a day
He died, and all men lost a friend.
But in his neighbor's orchard yields,
In roads and bridge that spanned the stream:
In richer harvests, well-kept fields
There lived a remnant of his dream.
BEN SMITH
FARM JOURNAL AUGUST 1939.
