My apologies for yet another late Young Farmer Friday! This week we thought we would share this little poem that embraces so many of God's wonderful creations and even helps to regulate our time during the day. Down at the Farm the angelus bell rings three times a day reminding us of the Incarnation of God.
The Angelus Bell
FIRST CHILD MORNING
HAIL, Mary! now the sun is up
All things around look glad and bright,
And heather-bell and butter-cup
Shake off the dew-drops of the night.
The lambs are frisking in the fields,
The lark is singing in the sky;
And man his waking tribute yields
To thee and thy sweet Son on high.
SECOND CHILD NOON
Hail, Mary! midway in the sky
The noontide sun its lustre sheds,
The field-flowers almost seem to die,
So low they hang their drooping heads.
The lambs have sought the woodland shade.
The lark has ceased her note of glee;
And pausing in the furrowed glade,
The ploughman lifts his heart to thee.
THIRD CHILD EVENING
Hail, Mary! now the sun is far
Adorn his western path of light,
The flowers, beneath the evening star.
Drink up the dew-drops of the night.
The lambs are by their mothers laid,
The lark is brooding o'er her nest,
And when the evening prayer is made,
Then weary man shall sink to rest.
From the Metropolitan Second Reader 1883
My name is CeAnne, wife to my Farmer and mama to 4 adopted kiddos. I help farm lov'n mama's (and grandmas) turn common herbs into powerful medicines without being overwhelmed. Here you will find all sorts of nourishing goodness on natural medicine, herb gardening and wholesome real foods. Read more about our farm HERE.