The Ploughman

These are the hands whose sturdy labour brings.
The peasant’s food, the golden pomp of kings;
This is the page whose letters shall be seen,
Changed by the sun to words of living green;

This is the scholar whose immortal pen
Spells the first lesson hunger taught to men;
These are the lines that heaven-commanded Toil,
Shows on his deed, - the charter of the soil!

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