Adam, well may we labour, still to dress This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.

And he gave it for his opinion, "that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better ...

Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield: Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team a-field! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy ...

Our rural ancestors with little blest, Patient of labour when the end was rest, Indulg'd the day that hous'd their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

The first farmer was the first man, and all historic nobility rests on possession and use of land.

Three acres and a cow.

When the land is cultivated entirely by the spade, and no horses are kept, a cow is kept for every three acres of land.

Where grows? where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.