Robert Charles O’Hara Benjamin

Robert Charles O’Hara Benjamin
The Farmer’s Soliloquy
“Oh! for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise:
The glories of my Lord and King,
The triumphs of His grace.”

Oh! for a thousand cedar posts
To fence my garden ’round.
To hinder the neighbors’ pigs and goats
From rooting up my potato ground.

Oh! for a thousand hickory rails,
To make my fence secure;
A thousand patent locks and keys,
To lock my stable door.

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