The Farmer ploughs and sows his seed,

'Tis all that he can do;

He cannot make the dry seed grow,

Nor give it rain and dew.

God sends the sunshine, dew and rain,

And covers it with snow;

Then let us thank Him for the gift,—

To Him our bread we owe.

Whene'er we view the waving grain,

Or eat our daily food,

Let grateful thoughts to God arise,

Praise Him, for He is good.

The youthful mind is like a field;

Our teachers sow the seed;

But when instruction's work is done,

There's something more we need.

Then let us pray that God may add

His blessing to their toil;

Then our young minds and hearts will prove

A rich, productive soil.