The plowmanTHE PLOWMAN.
The plowman
Turn up the generous soil—’Tis rich in hidden wealth,And well repays your earnest toilWith plenty, peace, and health.Plow with a bold, strong hand—Drive deep the glittering share;No surface-scratching will commandEarth’s treasures rich and rare.Then, if you’d freely reap,With bounteous freedom sow—And while you wake, and while you sleep,The precious grain will grow.
Turn up the generous soil—’Tis rich in hidden wealth,And well repays your earnest toilWith plenty, peace, and health.
Turn up the generous soil—
’Tis rich in hidden wealth,
And well repays your earnest toil
With plenty, peace, and health.
Plow with a bold, strong hand—Drive deep the glittering share;No surface-scratching will commandEarth’s treasures rich and rare.
Plow with a bold, strong hand—
Drive deep the glittering share;
No surface-scratching will command
Earth’s treasures rich and rare.
Then, if you’d freely reap,With bounteous freedom sow—And while you wake, and while you sleep,The precious grain will grow.
Then, if you’d freely reap,
With bounteous freedom sow—
And while you wake, and while you sleep,
The precious grain will grow.