M. REBECCA DARR.
Opera of Joseph. Arr.
1. When the husbandman grows weary,
And the heart is full with strife,
And the skies so sad and dreary,
With their darkness shadow life;
Then comes the noble woman,
With her hands so true and kind;
With her heart divinely human,
All his troublous griefs to bind.
2. Silently her presence showers,
Sunshine calm in noble deed,
Clothing with new hopes and powers,
All who of her help have need;
Toils may her kind words soften,
Countless are her deeds of good;
Winning her a pray'r most often,
For her noble womanhood.