IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) // ^>i 1.0 1.1 tiiMU |2.5 |50 "^~ ■■■ 1^ Ufi 12.0 u IL25 i 1.4 1^ ^ 7 r Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WeST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 873-4503 r<\^ <^ ^f^ 4^ !r- h ^0 ]^ V pOnGS FOR THE GrANGE. This collection is oflfered to the Members of the Order of Patrons, to supply a long-felt want^ and with tl^ hope tiiat it may indnce those fa- vored with musical talent to speedily bring out Romething more appropriate. Members of the Ordei are most earnestly re- quested to send their compositions to the Secre- tary of the Dominion Grange. vV., 4 2908 4 G£. 9rs (d want, 86 fa- S out ly re- Jecre- f% f'*'^ OPENING. Mr— Corns, Come army; or, Crambambuli. oome, come away, from labor now reposing, '^ Let busy care awhile forbear, come, come away. Oome, come, oar social joys renew, And here where Trust and Friendship grew, Let true hearts welcome you — come, come away. [appearing, The bright day is gone, the moon ana stars With Sliver l^ht illame the night, come, come away. Come, Join your prayers with ours; address Kind Heaven, our peaceful Grange to bless, "^ And crown aU with success — come, come away! Tuvm—AmeTica. Come Thou who made this earth. And to mankind give birth. Bless us to-day I Thou who hast taught the worth Of lahoTf bring us forth , From East, West, South, and North, / In proud array. Bless Thou our efforts here. Each drooping spirit cheer. And care beguile: T«T« nr«_ ___ * • _ Wipe XixOu away eacn leai—— > Cement in Friendship, dear — B>emoving every fear From those'who toil! 4 SONGS FOR THB 0RAN08. Air— Bonnie Doon. Great God, we bless the sentie care That watches o'er us dky by day, .That guards us from the tempters snare. And guides us in the heavenly way; We bless Thee for fraternal love, That blends our labors all in one-~ That bids us look to Thee abofe, To bindjns in unison. (Our JVi^er, in this evening hour> We oast our cares in trust on Thee— Whatever storms without may lower, Be peace within, and make us free I And When life's jovs and toils are o'er, And eveninff gathers on our sky, . Our circle broke— this Grange no more— Oh, may we meet and sing on high. OLOSINQ. pTm. God, that madest earth and he«Tdn, Darkness and Uffht— Who the day for toil hast given. For rest, the night — May Thine angel guards defend us. Slumber sweet, thy mercy send us, Holy dreams and hopes attend us. This livelong night. Txnm—Auld Lanff Syne, Brothers and sisters, now we mtpit Give each We bid you here welcome to altar and heart — We bid you here welcome, no longer to part— We bid you here welcome to shrine and to hall — Ye Reapers and Fruiters and Florists, rejoice, And here in thanksgiving all lift up the voice ; Oh, never may discord heart-musio destroy. We'll fling the high chorus, tke chorus of joy ! irayer. > PATRONS OF HtrSBANDRY. 9 '^ay, ht i , oung. ^ might, way, ♦ ay. 3; n heaven er • S. id heart- to part- id to hall— a, rejoice, the yoice ; We'll sing of the grain that graces our shrine — We'll sing of the Fruits of the tree and the vine — We'll sin^ of the flowers of garden and wood — All teaching the lesson, "Our Father is good." k^ Thus ever from gift to the giver should rise Our thanks for the blessings His wisdom sup- plies ; And ever should we His protection implore. Whose power is dispensing His love ^rmore, lestroy, KB of joy ! ODLTIVATOR. {A.9 candidate enters:) TuNK-Zio-w. Welcome brothers, welcome'ever, To our social, friendly band, True and faithful naught can sever Brothers pledged in heart and hand, Whilst our Order, Reared in Love, shall ever stand. (On fifotnj, mO.to L.:) Tvv^-Sparkling and Bright O, come at the call. There's work for all, And a great reward for labor, No work offends Or want attends The kind, true-hearted neighbor, Then here to-day. Our hearts so gay, ^d heaven smiling o'er us, We ftU unite, :. 10 SONGS FOR THE GBAKOE. With warm delight, To sing the farmer's chorus. Then come to the plain Where the waving grain Awaits us with our neighbor, And the bounteous yield Of the harvest field Will repay us for our labor. Then here to-day, &c. I {After Master's I^ecture implanting the seed: Am-Oreenville ; or, Like a Shepherd lead us. Are we sowing seeds of kindness ? They shall blossom bright ere long. Are we sowing seeds of discord ? They shall ripen into wrong. Are we sowing seeds of honor ? They shall bring forth golden grain. Are we sowing seeds of f^sehood ? We shall yet reap bitter pain. Whatso'er our sowing be, Reaping, we its fruito must see. (On going to Master to be instructed in the use of the tools:) AiK-GreenvUle. We can never be too careful What the seed our hand shall sow : Love from love is sure to ripen. Hate from hate is sure to grow. Seeds of good or ill we scatter Heedlessly along our way; But a glad or grievous f ruitoge Wftits us at the l^arvest day. 4 \ PATR0K8 OF HUSBANDRY. 11 Whatsoe'er our sowing be. Reaping, we its fruits must see. t8. ? long. pram. ? the tools:) \ J BOW : 1. SHEPHERDESS. {f)n entering:) S.M.-'Olmutz, Mornington, or Olney, Sow in the morn thy seed ; At eve hold not thy hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no heed ; Broadcast it o'er the land. And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength. The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full com at length. {After Chaplain's Charge:) Air — Bonnie Doon. Nay, speak no ill ! a kindly word Can never leave a sting behind ; Then let us reach a higher mood, The noblest summit of the mind; For life is but a passing day. To the oldest how brief its span ; Then in the little time we stay Let's speak of all the best we can. {After Lecturer:) S.M. — Olnviitz, Mornington, or Olney, Thou canst not toil in vain ; Gold, heat, and moist and dr^, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. 12 SONGS FOR THE OBANQIS. (Close of Degree:) CM. Along their pathway shine. ♦ •» HARVBSTBB, (After Lecturer's Charge:) Am— Who'U be King but Charley t We'll join to sing how happy he Who handles plow and sickle, And who is hap ly ever free From freaks of fortune fickle. When seed he sowefeh, and while it groweth, Dame Nature is ever a charmer; And we fcgree that none can be, More happy than a farmer. (After Overseer:) The farmer knows his life is one Of labor, and not mere ease. And that by toil alone is won The blessing smile of Ceres. For him she poureth the fruit he storcth, And proves a bountiful charmer; Her pleanty horn is full of com To bless the faithful farmer. Her kindness he to all repays Without a word of par^y, And folks may gleen \m rows of maize, (Oh\ ^AtBONS OF HUSAAND^Y. u And fields of wheat and barley. For him the fruiters, Pomona's suitors, And Flora, the flower charmer. Their sifts will bring, and all wUl sing The nome-bred joys of the Farmer. A. C. Thomas, (altered). iweth, HARTSSr HYMX. (Oh return from Harvest Field:) AiR-^Auld Lang Syne. Brown o'er the wide extended fields The heavy harvest waves; Its treasures to the reaper yields, And forms the ponderous sheaves. ^ The loaded stack, the spacious bam, Receive the plenteous store; The blessings of the coming years, The riches of the poor. Now, grateful for the bounty given, Let constant, thanks arise, For every blessing that fidls from heaven, Each hope beyond the skies. •cth, !e. HARVEST 8017a. n^. Come, Autumn, crowned with ripened grain And fruits of richest flavors, WHh notes of joy we hul again J-he season of thy favors; Our hearts and voices strike the chime, The harvest time, the Invest 1»me. [Repeat at pleasure.] 14 SONGS FOR THE GRAl^Gi!. ^® .^•^J** ■^» ^ow bright at noon, His ncnest radiance throwing; And, oh, how bright the harvest moon. As she with joy is glowing. And fain with us would strike the chime, Ihe harvest time, the harvest time. [Repeat at pleasure.] Our land is broad, we've every clime. And all some gifts possessing; And all enioy the harvest time, *That makes each gift a blessing; Tbm let our hearts and voices chime, \ The harvest time, the harvest time. [Repeat at pleasure.] (Or thU:) Air— 2%e Mellow Horn. In sprinff. Dame Nature gaily wakes; In all her proud utire. And sunshine o'er the glassy lakes Reflects like liquid f&e; ^ All nature smiles to usher in The blushing Queen of Mom, And farmers with the day begin To plant the yellow com. . Chorus. -^The yellow com, the yellow com, The yellow, yellow com. As summer days grow long and warm ArQund the Isbnroir's '^'v'- And flocks and heri on aU the farm Seek some more sheltered spot. The farmer stiU, with patient toU, ' PATRONS 07 HUSBANDRY. 15 pleasure.] pleasure.] com. By faith and hope uj^bome, * From day to d%y he stini the soil, And hoes the growing com. Chorus: — The yellow corn, the yellow com, The yellow, yellow com. When Autumn comes with tinted skies, And falling leaves proclaim The harvest time, the farmer hies, With ardor still the same, To gather in from tree and field The ripened fruit, from storm Secures his crops, and counts the yield In bushels of golden crown, Chorus. — The yeflow com, the yellow com. The yellow, yellow com. Old Winter comes with roaring blast, And drifting snow and storm. The flocks and herds secure and fast In well-closed bams are warm. The farmer by his fire at ease May sit ana laugh to scorn The howling of the wintry breeze, And shelf his surplus com. Chorus — TLe yeUow corp the yellow com, The yellow, j&ii.w com. wiTJVTTSJT 'nAwnn! Dedieated to Patrons of Husbandry) 1. Forward and back, 2. Cross over. 3. Chassez. 18 SONGS FOR THE ORAMOB. 4. Back toplaoes. . 6. Grand CSrole round. 6. Balance. 7. All promenade. 8. First two down the centre. Next, &c. 9. Crossover. 10. Swing. 11. Back to places. 12. Balance. 13. ^ Swing. 14. All promenade. Seats. GLDANEB. (fln, candidate pasgingfrom O. to If..) Air — Awd Lang Syne. . To praise the bounteous Lord of all, Wake all your thiuikful powerd; He calls, and at His call come forth The smiling harvest jiours. His covenant with the earth He keeps His goodness we will sing; Summer and Winter know their time, And harvest crowns the Spring. (Passing from L. to Chap.:) Oh! not iii the outward world alone May the beautiful be to the soul made known; In Its far depths, in its inner life. Silent and pure in its spirit rife. (Going from C. to M.) Speak kindly to the erring! Thou raay'st yet lead them back, h 1/ PATRONS OP HUSBANBKY. 17 0. h V V' aown; With holy words and tones of love, From misery's thorny track. Forget not thou has't often'sinned, And sinful may yet be; Deal gently with the erring one, As God hast dealt with thee. (Close of Degree.) Ain—Tyrolese Song of Liberty. * Heartily let us join in singing, Heartily, 0! heartily, 0! Nature e'er with joy is ringing. Merrily, 0! merrily, 0! Heart a free domam ever craveth, "Wliere the golden grain Ceres waveth, Joy and Messing ever flingeth, Plentifully, 0! plentifully, 0! Beautiful fruit Pomona croweth, Beautiful, 0! beautiful, 0! And her Varied bounty showeth, Merrily, 0! Merrily, O! In the orchard fine she delighteth, And to bush and vine, taste inviteth, While the song of joy there floweth, Merrily, 0! merrily, 0! Towering trees in wood were o'er us. Towering, O! towering, O! Flowers springing up before us, Everywhere are found happy voices, Garden, lawn, or wood — esath. rejoices, We will join Creation's chorus^ Jilerrily, 01 merrily, 0| 18 SONOS FOU THE ORANGE. Mer nly, 01 cU rily, O! Merrily, Oi ^ HUSBANDMAN. CLING TO THOSE WHO CLING TO YOU. AiB—Facanf Chair. ^fi;? a*"© many friends of Summer. Who are kind while flowers bloom: But when wmter chills the blossoms Ihey depart with the perfume. Un the broad highway of action, J^'nends of worth are far and few Ho when one has proved his friendship. Olmg to hmi who clings to you. Do not harshly judge your neighbor - 1)0 not deem his life untrue, If he makes no great pretentionii Tl,^!5V\«^®?**''^^«^ ^o^ds are few; Those who stand amid the tempest. xxr-iiT y.w^en *lie skies are blue, Wm be fnends while life endureth— Oling to those who cling to you. When you see a worthy brother liuffetmg the stormy main, ®^^i*i.^®^P^S ^^^ fraternal liU he reach the shore acain. When misfortune comes in view. For he neeos fricadship's comforts^L t/Ung to those who cling to you. %- V 'V I' JAl'ROKS OF HUSBANDRY. Id eerily ed in V L. M.— Hamburg, Park Street, or VarihalVs Hymn. The last full wain has come — has cornel And brought the golden harvest home; The labors of the year are done — Accept our thanks, All bounteous Onel For the green Spring, her herbs and flowers; For the warm Summer's blooming bowers; For all the fruits that flush he boughs, When russet Autunm decks her brows. For the bright sun, whose fervid ray Ripens the com and cheers the day ; For the ronud moon, whose mellow light Gilds the long labors of the night ; For the rich sea of shining grain, That spreads its waves o'er hill and plain; For- the cool breeze, whose light wings fan The weaiy, sun-burnt husbandman; For the soft herbage of the soil ; For ruddv health, the child of toil ; For all the good the year displays. Accept, God, our grateful praise. Ti^B--5onwie Blue Flag. Now, Patrons free, of each degree. Who fill this spacious hall. We'll join in joyful harmony. We'll sing of heaven's gracious plan, To cheer the good and brave. The true and honest husbandrnkn m aoir08FOBTHDGllA>JcI. Can never be a slave. Hurrah ! Hurrah ! The braveM on the sod He turns his furrows deep and straiijht His honest bread to gafn, *^'''* Withhearfcelate,hedoth;wait Tn^ •!uT'^'''® ^^ **»« rain; m faith he scatters wi.Te Ub seed. He deems the promise true. And trusts that Wven for his need 2 thm?'''3\^ • ^^«* ^'•^'(/•"^ on the sod woZrOod?""* ^-^^-^ '-» thenoWest ^ wir^l"" *^^ ^*^^«8t crowns his pains Who then so glad as he ? ^ ' yjl^^^^ *4?^« ^'^'^ ^8 gains, xxr?^ ^^°^^ * thankful knee. {i^*5^*f* so light, his eye so bright With glances Eindly range ^ *' Th«'?* P f ^^ *\^ °»yBtic rite, Hurrah • ^^^^^''T of the Grange '> S tw J ^''Ti.*' ^ T^« ^«^i^' <^n the sod *'wo*rofT' ^^^* l^usbandman, th'e'n^tlest TiTOTB-yAe Brave Old Oak. ''SSf^:'^f^?:^*^5^^o¥plo^ For lite an^ . ^:jV:::J!r? **yWuoer; ShaU do is'.-- tt - -6 on his strong steel share Oi evermc? ji • blest PATBONS OF HUSBANDRY. fil lest k^ 4 BSt A I -4 .' f/i Thei*e in tttrongth in his beam, as the toiling team T ^rns i^-xi furrow so long and deep, Whil« it mellows the sod, we have trust in God Tiiub His promise He surely will keep. Then a health to the plow, the brave ohi plow, Who hath fed all the nations gone ; And glory as now to the brave old plow, When a thousand years have flown. Thou hast seen the time when no pealing chime Was heard the wide world through ; When the king's broad hall and th« cottage small Of a Christmas never knew. And many a day, along the high\/ay, Have hundreds starving lain. [borne, They are dead, they are gone, to earth's bosom But the plow it till doth reign. Then God speed the plow, the brave old plow. Who hath fed all tne nations gone. And glory as now to the brave old plow When a thousand years have flown. Thou hast seen the time in many a clime When the bread was hard to win, Wht,n both great and small, at hunger's call. Were led mto deadly sm ; S^*^ou ne'er canst say thou hast seen the day When want bowed the strong man's head. The righteous man's seed, in his greatest need. Ever begged for hip laily bread. Then CinA arioaA 4-1>a «^l.v«>.. 4.i>~ ._-._j .u _i Who hath fed all the nation's gone ; -^^J may glory as now encircle the plow When a thousand years have flown. Th.f 'f''ll-^<^' White and Blue, ThS' ! *^\^^*^^ «f *l^e nation- fTo™« ^^^^'^ « ^« station, jrom want and from envy how frflfi i His patent was wanted in Iden Long ages and ages ago : O, the famer, the Farmir, forever O^ee cheers for the plowj;:Se and hoe I ArFlii ^Jen nature is waking, Three cheers for the plow, spade aad hoe 1 Or tosses a.e sweet-scented hT?' Thra casts him at noon at the b^ok .,M„ O the farmer, the farmer forever Three cheers for the plow, s^Se and hoe! But when, in the clear Autumn weather He reaps the reward of his care ' So busy and joyful togethe^ What monarch with him ian comoare » O. the Wer;"the fa^m;rfo^r'« '"''' Three cheers for the plow, s^Se and hoe I *^ '. y PATRONS OP HUSBANDRY. 23 >el g; i I m. V Then sing me the life of a farmer, With comfort and health in his train, And heed not the voice of the charmer, That whispers of speedier gain ; With all the rich treasures '& teeming, That Heaven on its child can bestow, 0, the farmer, the farmer forever. Three cheers for the plow, spade and hoe ! > » • MATRON. (After Chaplam:) Aiti-The Ingleside. All blind and deaf the soul may be To God's o'crruling plan, And nothing hear and nothing see Of truth exalting man. But they who look with curious eye. And list with spirit ear, Shall see bright visions ever nigh, And heavenly music hear. {Ociixg fromL.toO.:) AiR'-Flow gently, meet Afton. The breezes that blow o'er the broad fields of com. Is music to them who of spirit are bom; The blossoms that blow on the tree and the vine IWrect, by their beauty, to wisdom divine; iAiO voicco unite to impart A lesson of tmst to the lonely of heart. And sounding from earth to the kingdom above, Is heard the high anthem of gladness and loye. 24 SONGS FOR THE GRANOE. (As Grange join hands, the following song:) AiR-Good-by. Come, Patrons, let us join our hands iir ,?? , ,'^"^ sacred shrine. We d pledge to each fraternal love As sacred and divine. (Chorus after Master:) ' We pledge fidelity, Hold fast unto your vow : In loye, in truth, and charity, Ihe pledgeprou give us now. THE DIGNITY OP LABOR. AiR-Greenland. Tis toil that over nature A ^^^^^ ™*^ ^^^ proud control. And purifies and hallows The temple of hi« soul. It startles foul diseases. With all their ghastly train : I'uts iron in the muscle, And crystal in the brain. ^^^''?''1' A^i«l»*y Builder, Who fashioned out the earth. Hath stamped his seal of honor Un labor from her birth. m/®^' angel flower 15 t ?J Wossoms from^the sod. rp"'"" "'*' "**«»*'«r liouuiies — iHE HANDIWORK OF GoD, >■ ; V :>.< Ml?R01*S Ot riUBI^ANDRY. ^b 4 y V J SPEAK NOT IN HASTE. Time to me ha48 taught this truth — 'Tis a truth that's worth revealing- More offend for want of thought Than from any want of feeling. If advice we would convey, There's a time we should convey it; If we've but a word to say, There's a tone in which to say it. Many a beauteous flower decays, Though we tend it e'er so much; Something secret on it preys Which no human aid can touch. So in many a lovely breast lies some canker grief concealed, That, if touched, is more oppressed; Left unto itself — is healed. Oft, unknowingly, the tongue Touches on a chord so aching, That a word or accent wronc Pains the heart almost to breaking. Many a tear of wounded pride, Many a fault of human olindness. Has been soothed or turned aside By a quiet voice of kindness! Time to me this truth has taught — 'Tis a truth that's worth revealine- More offend for want of thought. Than from any want of feeling. SMILE WHBN'BR you CAN. Am— Farewell, Qood-Bye. When things don't go to suit you, k "^ You te^el*™-^ "-d sturdy. ^■i»^iror.r:'' 'Twill m^o?^^^"^ mortal span A > X PATRONS OP HUSBANDRY. 27 > > GRAPES OR THORNS. We must not hope to be mowers, And to gdther the ripe, gold ears, Unless we have first been sowers, And watered the furrows with tears. It is not just as we take it— This mystical world of ours ; Life's field will jdeld, as we make it, A harvest of thorns or flowers. THINGS REQUISITE. Have a tear for th^ wretched— a smile for the dad; Forthe worthy, applause— an excuse for the bad; Some help for the needy— some pity for those Who stray from the path where true happiness flows. Have a laugh for the child in her play at thy feet; Have respect for the age.i ; and pleasantly greet The stranger that seeketh for shelter from thee. Have a covering to spare if he naked should be. Have a hope in thy sorrow, a calm in thy joy; Have a work that is worthy thy life to employ; And oh ! above all things on this side the sod, Have peace with thy conscience, and peace with thy God. Arn - mt. «c sjvtiv « , ave Off ine Stai or, The tshrl 1 Left Behind Me. A smile is but a little thing Untotheha_ ., And yet full oft it leaves » calm ver. 28* SONGS FOR THE GHANOB. Upon life's boiaterouB river. O, eentle words are never lost. However smaU their seeming; ^/ ««^°y rays of love are thev About our pathway gleaming. THE GOOD TIME COMING. AiK-Qirl I Left Behind Me. The burden of a good old song T «Jn] ??^£^^ r^*^ somewhSt long I still the tune keep humming. ^' ^irt ®T *^*?^ *^®°^ ye* begun, mich makes the proof bSt clearer yet That they are still to come. ^ For if 'twas tiue so long ago As minstrels all aUow, ' I'hough they've been moving very slow They must be close by now. ' Then look beyond the cloudy skies. • Where shmes the future's sun. And dry the tears that dim the eyes Andsmgthedavstocome. * WORK. Down and up, and up and down, Turn m the little seed, dry and brown, Wr^^r^ **^*x?^ ^"«^* ^ clover, work, and the sun jrour work wiU share. > I ii PATRONS OP HUSBANDRY. 4. > Ard the rain in its time will fall; For Nature, she worketh ererywhere, And the grace of Grod through all. With hand on the spade and heart in the sky, Dress the ground and till it; Turn in the little seed, brown and dry. Turn out the golden millet. Work, and your house shall be duly fed; Work, and rest shall be won; I hold that a man had better be dead Than alive when his work is done. Down and up, and up and down. On the hiU top, low in the vdley. Turn in the little seed, dry and brown. Turn out the rose and lily. Work with a plan, or without a plan, And your ends they shall be shaped true; Work, and learn at first-hand, like a man— The best way to know is to do. Down and up, till life shall close, Ceasing not ^our praises. Turn ii» the wild white winter snows, Turn out the sweet spring daisies. Work, and the sun your work will share. And the rain in its time will fall, For nature, she worketh everywhere, . And the grace of God through all. THREE OLD SAWS. Am— Doum by theMUl. If the world seems cold to you, Kindle ^res to warm it! 30 SONGS FOR THE GRANGE. Let their comfort hide from view W mters that deform it. Hearts as f rozeu as yojar own. To that radiance gather* Ah! the cheerless weather." If the world's a wilderness, Cto build houses in it! Wm It help your lonliness * On the wind to din it? Raise a hut, however slight, Weeds and brambles smother. And to roof and meal invite Some forlorner brother. If the world's a vale of tears, Smile till rainbows span it, Breathe the love that l&e endears. Clear from clouds to fan it. Of your gladness lend a gleam Unto souls that shiver- Show them how dark Sorrow's stream Blends with Hope's bright river. THE GLEANER. ^A®^*i® ^^^J"^^ °^^^^ed with fatness. And the yellow harvest yields lothe side of the reaper, 11^'''?^^?^ ^° *^6 sunny fields, n" '\j^'" «3'i«^ uuiioenijea gleaner, <^ather one by one her store— ^?? act of cheerful labor ^ Makes her richer than before. >■ i»AtR0NS[0l' HUSBANDRY. H Envy not thy richer neighbor, Though he owns a large estate; Messengers from Heaven coming Do not tarry at his gate. Open wide the cottage lattice, Enters in the balmy air; And the great sun brightly shining. Glads the heart that worships there. Golden treasures thickly scattered. Strew the world's great surface o'er; Man is but a humble gleaner, Finding knowledge, seeking more; Step by step he plods his way, One by one his blessings rise; He who binds his store together, He alone is truly wise. i I JUDGE NOT. Do not rashly judge thy brother If he stumbles in the way; Life's beset with sore temptation — He has fallen — and we may. Let ns rather kindly help him To regain the pamway lost; Gentle words are never wasted. Freely give— they little cost. xa&o goou. jucca unuo tny zooiiSbeps: Round thy walk lurks many a snare. If like him thou should'st be tempted, O, my brother, watch, beware I 4^ 80N08 I^OR *flK OBANCifi. For we group our way so bUndly Through the darksome shades olim And the best wiU err so oft^ 'Mid its tumult, toil, and stnfe, that I think it ill becomes us Thus to judge our brother s casej Let us wait until we've triumphed, Standing in the sell-^ame place. SONG FROM GOETHE. Many thousand stars are burmng Bnchtly in the vault of mght; ^ Many an earth-worn heart is yearning Upward, with a fond debg.i.. Stars of beauty, stars ot dory. Radiant wanderers of the sky I Weary of the world's sad story. Ever would we gaze on high. ODES IN TUNERAL CEREMONY. '£i5v:k— Montgomery. Friend after friend departs! Who has not lost a f nend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end! Where this f raU world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, ieyond the reign of^de^h,^^.^^ There sureiy io 50"ic ■»» — --^ - Where life is not a breath; Nnr life's affectionate transient fite, , Wtoe sparks fly upwards and expirQ. , inclly lades ofllwi us r's cAse) iumphed) e place. ming igWj , J yearning :gjti'«t< sky I igh. MONY. I d? learts >nd! final rest; are blest. ,tli, iSiA fllime- ' itii; uiient fii?e, ^ rds and expire. ^A'TRONS OF HUSBANDRY. Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines. To pure and perfect day; Nor sink those stars in empty might, But nide themselves in heaven's own light. Tvmtr—Oreenv^le, Mourner, joy! an angel's pathway Brightens with thy treasured flower; Wings unseen its perfume bear thee. Sweetest in life's darkest hour. Patrons, joy! no tie is broken — All love's strength thou may'st retain— God removes, but faith has spoken, Heaven shall yield thee all again. TvsJS^Araby's Daughter. Forget not the dead, who have loved, who have left us. Who bend o'er us now from their bright home above; But believe— never doubt— that God who be- reft us. Permits them to mingle with friends they still love. Repeat their fond words, all their noble deeds cherish. Speak pleasantly of them who left nn in t^-a;^* 'Other joys may be lost, but their names sSll not perish While time bears our feet through the valley of years. u SONGS FOR THE ORAJtOl!. Dear friends of our youth! can we ceaae to re- member , , , . , The last look of life and the low whispered Prayer? , 0. cold be our hearts as the ice of December, When lo% e's tablets record no remembrances ^ere. Then forget not the dead, who are evermore nigh us, , 1. i. J Still floating sometimes to our dream-hauntea beds, , , , In thelonliest hour, in the crowd, they are by us; Forget not the dead— 0, forget not the dead. » Appendix. A PSALM OF LIFE. Tune— Paflfe fiO, Songs with inusic. Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust retumest, Was not written of the soul . Trust no future howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act! — act in the living present! Heart within and God o'er-head. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footpnnts that perhaps another. Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother -i- _ii j.-i_ 1 J. _ OAXMjIX «M*tt.V^ XXSJtHt. W WUCMUA* Let US, then, be up and domg, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. n n \ SONGS FOR THB ORANQB. patrons' harvest bono. r^^^Pm 62, Smgs wUh Mime. Hear the reapers rattl^, See the stronc arms battiiiig, With the sheaves of grain. Toss them to the master; Quickly toss them faster Ere the f alUng ram. ^ Done at last the lapping. Finished up the capping On the rounded stacks. Home go we singing, . Where the vines are swinging O'er the beaten track. Shepherdess and Matron Greet the tired Patron Welcome to the feast; Lamp-light gaily streaming, MooS-Uiht softly beaming. Coming from the east. What exquisite pleasure, Gathering in the treasure, Ofthefruitfulgraiige. Joys like these shaU never Let our hearts ^ssever-- Time shall bnng no change T^rn+bers and sisters, Patrons dear, ^ mvl met for swUt commumon; For 'tis the social tie that bmda, PATRONS OF HUSBANDRY. 8t And makes a perfect union. Then while we're here let's banish care, Let Grange bring rest and pleasure, The advocates of industry, We scorn not well-spent leisure. No honest toiler we despise. Nor do we shrink from labor, And our reward is rich supplies Fresh from the hand of Nature. Gomes Ceres, bearing eolden grain. Comes Flora, crown d with flowers, Pomona bringing the m^^llow fruit, And blessings on us showers. We'll plow, and sow, and reap, and mow, And gather into gamers: Nor scorn with toil our hakds to soil, Tho' monarchs we, the Farmers. Brothers and sisters, Patrons dear, We've met for sweet communion; For 'tis the social tie that binds. And mab^es a perfect union. TO-DAY AND TO-MOBROW, Tumi— Page 66, Songs with Muaio Awake my soul! with eager zeal The daily task beginning; For labor hath its pleasures real. And doubljjr worth the winning. What tho' with toil and care oppressed. The day seems long and dreary? We should not know the joy of rest If we were never weary. Then up! and banish slolii away, I I III! II ■! nw w M 3g , SONGS FOR THE GRANGE. Nor care nor trouble borrow, For patient earnest toil To-day W^ns triumphs for To-morrow. For God designed that man should gain His living by his labor; And he far worse than lives in vam Who lives upon his neighbor. Though lily hands and costly clothes Are of ten won by shirking, Still "Nature's noblemen" are those Who earn their bread by working. Then up! and banish sloth away. With labor brave and thorough; For those too proud to work To-day May beggars prove Tomorrow, What though the heedless crowd around May greet you with their laughter, It proves that they have never found What we are seeking after: The lofty joy, the pure delight, That lights the path of duty-- ^ That makes the earth above us bright. And like a thing of beauty. Then up! and banish sloth away, At work-bench or in furrow; Let others laugh at us To-day— We'll laugh at them To-morrow. This lesson naiuie ouiu iixoiixiB, As well as Revelation— .at everything created, filla Some chasm in creation; There's not a grass blade in the vale, PATRONS OF HUSBANDRY. Or flower that looks to heaven, To which, could we but read the tale, Some use has not been given. Then up! let us, of noble clay, From these a lesson borrow For sloth and idleness To-day- Will bring regret To-morrow. The meanest worm that crawls the dust, Before its life is ended. Accomplishes the purpose just For which it was intended; Think ye that man alone hath been Placed in the world to mar it? Shall we live, and our fellow-men Be none the better for it? No! let us lend a feeble ray To light the gloom of sorrow; For we, who proffer aid To-day, May need the same To-morrow. We each can make, tho' small and weak. The world a little brighter; With every cheering word we speak. Somebody's heart is lighter; And should misfortune be our share. With grief and pain attended. Each pang with patience let us bear— We know 'twill soon be ended! Though roueh and thorny be our way. Though we may sow in tears To-day, We'll reap in joy To-Morrow. 46 ^ONGS FOR THE aRANt^fi. laborers' song. 'rmia—Page 68, Songs mth Music, Though tl'\ft ^nrmterbe cheerless and cold, And the Wild winds are bowing the trees, In promise the epring we behold, And rejoice witli tne birds and the bees. C^.— Bud and bloom, sweet prfume, M Andl the fruit in its tmie Nature yields; Bud and bloom, sweet perfume. We will hark to the call of the fields. In the axe and the conquering plough, The harrowing and the mellowing spade, We the symbols of labor avow, The tools of our industry made . Cho. — ^Bud and bloom, &c. From the hour that we scatter the seed. To the day wheti the harvest we glean, Otily peace from the Father we need, To make us devoutly serene. C%o.— Bud and bloom, &c., HITHER OOUE. TuNB— Poflre 70, Songs with Music, As the shades of evening softly Uvoif iiOwu auu. Cwunwry iaii, Brightly, through the gathering darkness. Shine the lights from Patrons' Hall. And, as we were wont to hasten, Fondly to our father's home, PATRONS OF HUSBANDRY. 41 Guided by the evening lamp-light, Brothers, sisters, hither come. May kind Heav'n the glad day hasten. When, in one fraternal band. We may number in our Order All who till this smiling land. As a mighty host of banners, Peaceful vict'ries will we gain; Moved by Right's resistless purpose. Held by Love's electric chain. Serfs and v?»«jsals then no longer, Ohain'd to ceaseless labor's oar, D^f to Heaven's highest teaching, Bhnd to Nature's grandest lore; But with minds that honor freedom, Strong in strength that shields the weak. And, with freemen's peaceful weapons, We'll inforce the nghts we seek. LABORER. TuKB— Paj7e 72, Songs with Mxudc. As we go forth to fotftor. And toil within the fields, God bless with us each neighbor, And give a glorious yield. May each observe with order, As he goes forth to toil, Within our peaceful border He must prepare the soil. We pay you for your waceq J^9 §^yer^ neither gold. 42 SONGS FOR THB OBANOE. But with our Oolden PageSf* True wisdom we unfold. And when we cease our Labors, To rest beneath the sod, May we with these our neighbors, Eepose our Faith in God. *The Ritual. fSign the First Degree. H TWO SIDES OF LIFE. TuNB— Paje75, Songs with Music. There is a shady side of life, And sunny side as well. And 'tis for every one to say On which he'd choose to dwell. For every one unto himself Commits a grevious sin, Who bars the blessed sunshine out, And shuts the shadows in. The clouds may wear their saddest robes, The sun refuse to smile. And sorrow, with its troop of ills, May threaten us the wlulej But still the gentle heart has power A sunbeamto provide; And only those whose souls are dark Dweil on ilCe'e ahad^ aide, 1»A*R0NS OF LUSBANDRY. THE HAND THAT HOLDS THE BREAD. 4^ ^ TvjuE—Page 7k, Songs mth music. Brothers of the plow! The power is with you; The world in expectation waits For action prompt and true. Oppreesion stalks abroad, Monopolies abound; Their giant hands already clutch The tillers of the ground. Chorus. — ^Awake! then, awake! The great world must be fed, And heaven gives the power To the hand that holds the bread Yes! brothers of the plow. The people must be fed. And heaven gives the power To the hand that holds the bread. Brothers of the plow! In calm and quiet might. You've waited long and patiently. For what was your'a by right. A fair reward for toil, A free and open field. An honest ahaie for wife and home Of what your harvest yield. Brothers of the plow! Come, rally once again. Come, gather from the prairie wide, iiiw iiiiiBiuu, ttuu. tae piam; Not as in days of yore. With trump of battle sound, But come, and make the world respect, The tillers of the ground. u ROWING AND REAPING. TuNB—Poflre 76, Songs vnth Music. He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Never tinog never sleeping, Pindeth mercy from above. Soft descend the dews of her5 ven, Bright the rays celestial shiue; ^ , Precious fruits will all be given. Through an influence dl divine. Sow thy seed, be never weary, Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne'er so dreary. Thou shalt reap the fruit of joy. Lo, the scene of verdure bright'ning! See the rising grain appear; Look again! the holds are whit'ning! Por the harvest time is near. WORK, FOR THE NIGHT IS COMING. TvsK—Page 77, Songs loithMtme. Work, for the night is coming. Work thro' the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling, Work' mid springing flowers; Work when the day grows brighter. Work in the glowing sun, Work, for the night is coming. tXTk^- ^-1, J -s Work, for the night is coming. Work thro' the sunny noon; Pill brightest hours with labor, .Matrons of husbandry. Rest comes sure and soon; Give every flying moment Something to Keep in store, Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. Work, for the night is coming. Under the sunset skies; While their bright tints are glowini;. Work, for day-light flies. Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more. Work while the night is dark'ning, When man's work is o'er. 45 SPEED THE BROTHERHOOD. TunfK—Page 78, Songs with Muaio. An Order of brave brotherhood, A gallant, firm, and noble host; Is rallying through the western land, On to the far Pacific coast. And silently as falls the snow. And steadily as sunbeams shine, They are moving onward, sure and slow, Like pilgrims to their promised shrine. What nurves the heart, and spurs the feet Of these bold trav'lers in the way? What bow of promise in the sky They are i.\:il VL ong ilbCl aSkyi 5 monarchs of the soil, The noblest powers that lule the earth, Their calling, at creation's dawn. In Eden's garden had its birth. 4B SONOg FOR THE ORANOi!. Their charter by the Master's hand Was signed, and witnessed by his eye, And the recording angels keeps A transcript in the Orange on high. And these brave men, who long have felt Oppressor's grinding, crushing heel, Arise in legions, as one man, To conquer,— not with brand or steel. Sut in the majesty oj r'ght, In honor pare, in purpose true. They fling their glonous banner out. The favoring gales of Heaven to woo. Oh, speed them, Father! Thou hast said, "Seed-time and harvest shall be thine; Bless those whose heritage of toil Is sanctioned by Thy will Divine. )► RALLY ROUND THE GRANGE. Tone— Pogfe 80, Songs with Music, We will rally round the Grange, we will rally once again, Shoutinff the Farmer's cry of Freedom, We will rjuly to the Grange, our rights to maintain. Shouting the Farmer's cry of Freedom. Chorus, —The Patrons forever, hurrah then, hurrah! stars. » -'r rxv.u Via. We will rally to the Grange, our rights to maintain. Shouting the Farmer's cry of freedom. PATRONS OF HUSBANDRY. 47. V i^ We will gather for the conflict, with earnest heart and true, Shouting the Farmer's cry of Freedom. The world will bless our progress in the work we have to do, Shouting the Farmer's cry of Freedom. 0^0.— The Patron's, &c. We are springing from the hill-sides and coming from the vaL^ys, Shouting the Farmer's cry of Freedom. We will hurry from our Farms, in the Granges to rally, Shouting the Farmer's cry of Freedom. Oho. — The Patrons, &c. We will gather for the right cause, with honest heart and hand, Shouting the Farmer's cry of Freedom. Come, Farmers, one and all/ and join our Social Band, Shouting the Farmer's cry of Freedom. Cho. —The Patrons, &c. POMONA. TuMK— -Paflfc 8^, Songs toith Music, Spring, with a hearty good cheer, [grow, We 11 plow and we'll sow, and flowers we'll To beautify all the year. To beaatify, beautify all the year. 48 SONGS FOR THE GRANGE. Come, come, come, Summer with fruit and with flowers, The choicest and best, for Patrons who come To the shade of our sweet-scented bowers, Our beautiful, beautitul, sweet-scented bowers. Come, come, come, Autumn, with rich golden grain, 1^9 husbandman sings as he gathers his sheaves, Our labor has not been in vain, 0, joyfully, gratefully, labor has not been in vain. Come, come, come, In winter all come to the Grange, As Patrons of Husbandry, join hand in hand, And plans for the future rrange, In harmony, harmony all to arrange. Come, come, come, Come to the banquet of love, When seed-time ami harvest are end jd below. We'll rest in the mansions above, The beautiful, beautiful mansions above. FUNERAL HYMN. TutSK—Page 8U, Songs xoith Mtigie. Oh, fondly we gather beside thee to-day, Thy form in earth's bosom we tenderly lay; But still, 'mid our sorrow, one thought will re- luaiu, Thy spirit in glory shall blossom again! Thy labors are ended, and calmly to Vest Wo lay t ee wherf sorrow phall never molest, I I IPATRONS OF HUSBANDRY. 49 Cut down from among us, like earth's ripened ffrain, In yon Home of gladness thou'rt gamer'd again! We'll miss thee, our comrade, and fondly well Thy goodness and kindness, with tear-moistened oheek; And when we shall gather, who sadly remain, Thy mem'ry shall bloom in its freshness again. Then rest thee, beloved one, from toil and from care, At home with the Master, in mansions so fair; Thy harvest is eathered, ^ u,y 1 om life's pain; [We know we shall meew aie, dear comrade, again! FUNERAL HYMN. 4 TuNB— 85, Songs toith Mtmc, r dear sist r has cross'd the bright river. Her guides were all robed in pure white; he boat was full-mantled with garland. The ensign and pendant were light. i e shor s were all lined with white lilies, The strand with pure diamonds there shone, 4 bright angel band, decked with laurels. Formed an escort to welcome her home. Then why shoiud we mourn her departure. Well knowing our loss in her gain; We shall soon cross that beautiful river^ ^d ^ our arms fold her a^aii). ■'■; ? ! 50 SONGS FOR THE ORANGE. PARTING. Tone— Paflre 2h, Songs toith Music. Bless be the tie that binds Our hearts in social love; The fellowship of kindred nands Is like to that above. When we asunder part, It gives ns inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again. ■0 OPENING SONG. TUNB— Poflre 86, Songs toith Jftm'c. We have come to the Grange, where. 'tis joy- ful to meet, Our friends and companiomi in unity sweet; Now our labor is done, and to rest and repose We bid a fond welcome at day's weary close. Chorus, — Then Patrons, in joy, come gathej around. Concord and harmony with us found! Down with «the spite and the haf that estrange, And long live the Peace that we fiJd at the Grange. j Oh, our hearts they are glad for what Heavn has sent. The smiles of the sky that is over us bent: | For the grand, teeming earth, in its wealth aad its pride, T And loving companions, who toil at our side, Vho^ — Then, Patrons, in joy, ^9, : i; y i PA'tRONS OF HUSBANBRY. M le > Let us all to our tasks and our duties repair; With hearts that are grateful, we rest in God's care! In our counsels may Wisdom and Justice pre- vail, And Friendship and Trust, in our Order, ne'er fail. Cho. — Then, Patrons, in joy, &c. HAIL TO THE FARMEB. Tvsm^—Page 8S, Songs with Music. This is the scythe of the Farmer, Wielded with honest love md pride! Fast fall the grain ranks around him, Plerty and Peace are by his side! Hard are his hands with labor, Scorning all other aid; Honor and Truth are his Patrons, And straight life's furrows are laid. Cliorus: Hail to the Farmer! the Farmer! the Farmer! Patrons, plow deep! we'll hoe Patrons, now the hour has come When our steps must homeward wend ; Keep our precepts while we roam, Whatsoever the years may send, Pray that Heav'n may guide us all, Till we here shall meet again j May success upon us fall. As the gentle summer rain. Patrons, Patrons, Good-bye, till we meet again ! Hand and hand, still may Wf toil. Blest by Heav'n's untiring love, Here amid earth's dark turmoil, Symboling His will above. » Oh, in every heart and mind May His Trust and Truth remain. Unto all his ways resigned. May we fondly meet again. Patrons, Patrons, Good-bye, till we meet again. RALLYING SONG. TUNB—Pa^e 918, Songs vfUh Music. Hark to the clarion, the echoes awaking, Cidling the brown-handed children of toil : Briffhtly the dawn of a new day is breaking, Chorus. Rally, true hearts, to the circle of Brotherhood, Able to conquer, and strong to endure, > "h oOll t f A^i^RONS Ot HtTSBAkDilV. ^ bood, Honor and Truth are the Husbandman's heri- tage. Union is strength, and the victory sure. Cast off the chains that for ages have bound you, t Break them like withes in your God-given power ; Bear not the burdens of idlers around you, Crush'd innoi "usionyour Shylocks will cower. Leave tb paths where your fathers, un- heeded. Wrought out existence 'mid poverty's pain ; Lo ! in your hands are the keys that they needed, Let them not rust with inaction again. Punish the knave who has smiled and betrayed you, Masters ! no longer as suppliants sue, Grasp the warm hands that have reached out to aid you, Be to yourselves and humanity time. THK FARMER. TuNB— Poflfe 9U, Songs with MuHe. Drive on, thou sturdy farmer, Drive cheer'ly o'er the field; The pleasures of a farmer's life No other life can yield. Thou risest with the morning sun, To till the fruitful earth ; And when thy daily task is done, Thou seek'st thy peaceful heartii. 54 SONGS FOft THB ORANOfi*. TIlou lovest not the gaady town, With its tumultuous roar; Plenty and peace thy fireside crown. And thou dost ask no more. ^ona^-chs, with robes in crimson dyed Are low, compared with thee. ' Th^v are the pampered sons of pride : Thou'rt God's nobiUty ! ' 9 Go on, thou sturdy farmer. Tread thankfully the sod— Thy proud and goodly heritage— Thou chosen man of God. HOME OP THE PATROJT. TmiSr-.Page 95, Scmgs toitk Music. A quiet home, where love and peace are found Where each in love performs his willing part. Where cheerfulness and si^eet content abound Such is the home that wins upon the heart. * A home where shade trees and Juyuriant vine And shrub, and plant, in aU their beauty grow; "^ And bright birds sing, and fond afi^jctions twine, Ah, this is home,— a paradise below. Seek ye, Patrons, for the pure and good, Oh, seek ye love above all other prize. For this possessed, and rightly understood. Ye need not wait for bliss beyond the skies ! OUR ISDUSTKIAL ARMY, TuNH-Pa^e 96, Songs vrith Music. Unfurl, unfurl the Patron's banner, EmbUzon'd with the shining plow; y PATRONS OP HUSBANDRY. 55 ed, / X Pound, gpart, )ound, eart. vine, >eaui^ bwine, 1, i, kies ! >- 4 y- Fall m, fall in, we're moving onward, Whore fields with golden harvests bow. Ho, brothers, strong, and brave, and trusty, And sisters, fair, and sweet, and true, Join manly strength and maiden beauty, To conqner Nature's realms anew. We leave behind the deadly rifle. We brine no sword orgleamins spear, We drag along no black-mouthea cannon; Far better weapons have we here. Our axes bright to clear the forest, Strong spades of steel to delve the soil. And sickles for the bounteous harvest, Which rewardeth cheerful toil. Our choppers clear the field for action. The plowshare marks our battle lines, Our earth-works are the vineyard trenches, We've-planted with the fruitful vines. With luscious grapes and wine for gladness. With harvest feast and songs of mirth. Now go We forth in serried order, The peaceful conquerors of the earth. THE AEMV OF HUSBANDMEN. TUNK— Pagre 98, Songs vrith Mimic, Hear ye the tramp of the army. Marching o'er hiU-side and vsde? Hear ye the sound of the music. Borne on the cheerful gale? Whence comes this conquering army? Strange the device they bear. Plowshares and sheaves on their banners, ^l^amin^ aloft in th^ j^ir. 56 SONGS FOR THE ORANGE. 67*0.— Tig the army of husbandmen gathering, 'Tis the incoming tide of their might: To shatter the strongholds of evil, To lift up the standard of right. Steady their march and resistless. Bloodless battles they will wage. Yet shall the list of the fallen Closely write history's page. L«ig have the;jr borne with oppression, Patientljr toiled for this hour; In their united uprising , Who shall set bounds to their power! Hail to the conquering army! Greet them with garlands and song; Peaceful and pure is their mission. Countless their nembers, and strong. Falsehood shall cower before thei , Baseness shrink back to its lair, ' Hearts bowed and sore be uplifted. Heaven's free sunlight to share. ho! patrons of husbandry. Ivstr-Page lOS, Songs with Mune, Come and join the joyful song, Which our woods and fields prolong. Let the echo rin^ from valley, hill and glen! Freedom smiles with lovelier grace, Gives a new boon to tlie race, — Chorus. Ring the glad bells! answer freedom's call! lAy up on the altiar fruit and ^in^ J- y > ^A^RONS OF fiUSdANDRV. W ring, J^ \. Ring the glad bells! shout Eqtial Rights to all; Come and join in Freedom's glad refrain. Serfs no more, but masters they, Who o'er Nature's gardens sway, Cvown'd with garlands plucked from their own vine and tree. We will take and wear the crown, Now Mon^oty goes down I We are swinging into Ime with all the free! Truest monarchs of the soil Are the nc olo sons of toil. Nature's stores to them their richest treasures yield; Then respond to this true call, ''Free audec^ual rights to all." Now the Farmer is true monarch of his field. SONG OT THE ORANGE. HvKH^Page 10k, Songs toUh Musi^t, O'er nature, when winter winds dismally blow, Her heart is alive, tho' her pulses be low; And prophesy comes with the singing of birds, The springing of grass, and lowing (3 herds. Chorus. — ^AU hail to the beautiful fields, With bounty that overflow; All hail to the living seed We trustfully plant or sow. All hail, ail nail. All haU to the bountiful, fields fl The Lord of the harvest his promise will keep, That whoBO hath scatter'd shall certainly y^ap; hs SONGS FOR THE GRANGE.! And genns that the earth in its bosom receives, With Ceres shall shoat in her rich golden sheaves. The newly-burst buds of the vines and the trees, Are kissed by the dew, and the fresh rustling breeze; And gardens and orchards in fruitfulness greet Pomona's sweet breath, and the print of her feet. O dim is the vision that does not behold The wide reahn of nature in blessings unfold. When Flora comes forth with her blossoming train . To garnish the earth as her holy domain. BEAUTIFUL GRANGE THAT WE LOVE. TuNB— Paflre 106, Songs with Music. Beautiful Grange that we love, Emblem of Order and Duty Fair as the planets above, Leading ->ur hearts by thy beaut > . . Wisdom and Friendship and Peace^^ Here in their brightness are dwelling; Still n %Y thy Patrons increase, Ever in duty excelling! C%onM.— Grange of our hope and our pride, Neve from thee may we rove! Trust in th^ councils abide,— Beaatitui Grange that we love! . Banded in honor and joy, • Sweet is the tie that enfolds us! I'ar be the hand would destroy > 4. y % PATRONS OP HUSBANDRY. 89 > y y^ Au^htof the Friendship that holds us; Yielding fair Grange, unto thee, Homage and praise never dyincr; Onward our pathway must be, While on Heaven's bounty relying! Gho, — Grange of our hope, &c. "plough deep" 'S THE MOTTO OF THE PATRONS. TuNB— Pa^re 50, Songs vxiih Music. There's a sound upon the breeze, and they hear it from afar, — "Plough deep'"s the motto of the Patrons! There's a union in the Grange that the world can never mar,— "Plough deep" 's the motto of the Patrons! Chorua. Plough deep forever! Patrons arise! Fraud and contention forever despise! We can tarry for the harvest, growing day by day. "Plough deep' 's the motto of the Patrons. From the Granges of the East, and the Grancea of the West,— "Plough d^ep" 's the motto of the Patrons! From the North and from the South^gin the land we love the best. — "Plough deep" 's the motto of the Patrons; Oh, we need no politicians to aid us in the fight,— "Plough deep"'s the motto of the Patrons! 60 SONGS FOB THB ORAKGB. We are firm and self-reliant in battling for the rght, — "Plough deep" 's the motto of the Patrons! Bold Monopoly and Faction we'U ever keep at bay,— "Plough deep" 's the motto of the Patrons! And Dishonesty shall tremble when Farmers clear the way, — "Pfough deep" 's the motto of Patrons! We are rooting out corruption in the highways of the land,— "Plough deep" 's the motto of the Patrons? And the mij2;hty helm of State yet shall feel the Farmer's hand, "Plough deep" 's the motto of the Patrons. SONG OF FRIENDSHIP. TusK^Page (S, Songs toUh MuHe. In all our happy moments, Inspired with love profound, . Be sung this joyful chorus, By us in Friendship bound. The love which brought us hither. Now make our union strong; Its flames anew shall kindle. When swells our grateful song. With ev'ry step grows brighter, pur wid'ning onward way; Sources of joy now treasured. Siiall soothe our la teat day; And we shall ne'er grow weary, Tho' all else changed and fail But live long, long, forever, Ever united all ^^*» h h 1PATA0N8 OF HUSBANDRY. «1 for tht) > at I men ivayn 0118? Ithe > '<. >- y THE patron's toast. At the Harvest Feast Tvsu^Page 1,0, Songs trith Mtuie. Here's to the Grange, brothers true, And sisters fair and sweet ; Fill up and pledce yourselves anew, As round the ooard we meet. We've Flora crowned with fragrant flowers, To Ceres brought th^ com, Pomona's fruit from garden bowers. Our tables now adorn. The Grange ! the Grange ! brothers tried and true, And sisters fair, with hand and heart, Pledge now yourselves anew. Here's to the Grange, whose mystic ties So closely bind us all, 'Neath Nerthem or 'neath Southern skies, Where e'er our lines may iall ; Whose pass-words to us open gates, Fast closed to all beside; And everywhere the " grip " awaits The Patron true and tried. / The Grange ! the Grange ! strike hands, Pa- trons true. And with the grip, the Patron's grip, We'll pledge ourselves anew. ' Here's to the Grange, the dearest place To us, save heaven and home; We greet with joy each well known face. And friends we all become. We link our hands the altar round, With emblematic chain ; 62 SONGS FOR THB GRANOS. . The solemn oath by which we're bonnd Was taken not in vain. The Orange ! the Grange ! we're brother's tried and true, And sisters here in faith and love, To pledge ourselves anew. Here's to the Grange, sons of toil, 4 Whose eml)lem is the plow ; In hope and faith who delve the soil, And bid its harvests bow. • Here's to our lovely household band — Our country's daughters fair. The pride and glorv of the land. Who here our labors share. The Giange ! the Grange ! sister fair and true, We toast the eyes which make it bright, And pledge to ye anew. .Jfini^. ^ y r- V- i Jriecl and y f^ V *