Select Poetry.

Cromwell Argus, Volume 2, Issue 79, 16 May 1871, Page 6

Select Poetry.

"THE BRAVE OLD PLOUGH." (AMERICAN FAPEU.)

A song to the plough ! -to the bravo old plough That hath ruled the wide world o'er, For life and good fare on his strong stool share Shall depend for evermore ; There is strength in his beam, as the toiling team Turns the furrow so long and deep : While it mellows the sod, we have trust in God, That his promise he will surely keep. Then, a health to the plough ! —to the bravo old

plough, Who hath fed all the nations gone ; And glory, as now, to the brave old plough When a thousand years have flowu.

Thou hast seen the time when no pealing chime Was heard the wide world through— When the King's broad hall and the cottage

small Of a Christmas never knew. And many a day 'long the King' 3 highway H?.ve hundreds starving lain : hey are dead, they are gone—to earth's bosom

borne, But the plough still doth reign. Then, God speed the plough ! the brave old plough, Who hath fed all the nations gone, And glory, as now, to the brave old plough When a thousand years have flown.

Thou hast seen the time, in many a climo, W lien the bread was hard to win, When both great and small, at hunger's call, "Were led :i;co a deadly sin ; But thou at -er iin'st say thou hast seen the day When want bowed the strong man's head, Or the righteous man's seed, in his greatest need, Ever begged for his daily bread. Then, God speed the plough !- the brave old plough, Which hath fed all the nations goDe ; And may glory, as now, encircle the plough When a thousand years have flown.