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A. W. GILMAN, Maine Commissioner of Agriculture. | A. W. GILMAN, Maine Commissioner of Agriculture. | ||
| − | + | Let agriculture now proclaim the glories of the Gilman reign | |
And pork and poultry, too, relate, their obligations to the State: | And pork and poultry, too, relate, their obligations to the State: | ||
Let every growing crop halloo "I've learned from Gilman what to do" | Let every growing crop halloo "I've learned from Gilman what to do" | ||
| − | And little lambkins quit their sports and take to | + | And little lambkins quit their sports and take to reading Maine reports |
| − | + | Along the hills a tremor runs: "Awake! Awake! ! It comes! It comes! ! | |
Let every seed prepare to sprout: The Board of Agriculture's out." | Let every seed prepare to sprout: The Board of Agriculture's out." | ||
| − | + | Thru verdant pastures skips the veal and cocks his ear for "Gilman's Squeal' | |
| − | And every | + | And every force, above, below, waits Gilman's order "Time to Grow." |
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But hold! Mistake me not my friends; or quickly let me make amends. | But hold! Mistake me not my friends; or quickly let me make amends. | ||
| − | + | In estimating Gilman's work, there is no room for doubt to lurk. | |
| − | A man who knows | + | A man who knows, a man who thinks; a man who from no labor shrinks - |
| − | + | "The smiling fields, the harvests bland, prove Gilman's service to our land. | |
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A. W. GILMAN, Maine Commissioner of Agriculture. Let agriculture now proclaim the glories of the Gilman reign And pork and poultry, too, relate, their obligations to the State: Let every growing crop halloo "I've learned from Gilman what to do" And little lambkins quit their sports and take to reading Maine reports Along the hills a tremor runs: "Awake! Awake! ! It comes! It comes! ! Let every seed prepare to sprout: The Board of Agriculture's out." Thru verdant pastures skips the veal and cocks his ear for "Gilman's Squeal' And every force, above, below, waits Gilman's order "Time to Grow." But hold! Mistake me not my friends; or quickly let me make amends. In estimating Gilman's work, there is no room for doubt to lurk. A man who knows, a man who thinks; a man who from no labor shrinks - "The smiling fields, the harvests bland, prove Gilman's service to our land.