“No pure delight cheers the farmer whose mind is intent on the price he shall get for his crops rather than on the joy there is in tilling them and seeing them grow and ripen: for such an one does not love the land nor his home nor any of the most beautiful and sacred things, but tends to become like the brute that eats and sleeps and dies. His thoughts are with what feeds the animal, and that which nourishes the human is hidden from him.”

— John Lancaster Spalding

Source: Aphorisms and Reflections (1901), p. 168

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Catholic bishop 1840–1916

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An emblem of his own unfruitful life:
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On the more distant scene,—how lovely 'tis
Thou seest,—and he would gaze till it became
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What he must never feel: and so, lost Man!
On visionary views would fancy feed,
Till his eye streamed with tears. In this deep vale
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“A farmer is separated from a farmer
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At night the deer come out of the forest, eat his crops.”

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And liv'd and wrote as Adam's bestial child.
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His joys were sordid, and his morals mean.
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From which he deem'd himself the perfect man:
But want of decency his rank decreas'd,
And sunk him to the level of the beast.
Would that his Muse had dy'd before her birth,
Nor spread such foul corruption o'er the earth.”

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