THE PPESS AND THE PLOUGH.
We env}' not the princely man, - .. In ciiy or in town, , . Who wonders whether pumpkin vines ; Turn up the hi’l or down. ; i We care not for liis marble halls., ; Nor yet his heaps of gold ; We would not own his sordid heart For all his wealth twice told. We are favoured ones of earth, We breath pure air each morn, We sow, we reap the golden grain, We gather in the corn. We toil—we live on what wfe earn, And more than this we do— We hear of starving millions round,- ! And gladly feed them too. The lawyer lives on princely fees, Yet drags a weary life, He never knows a peaceful hour, His atmosphere is strife. A merchant thumbs his ledger o’er, Grows haggard at his toil, He’s not the man God meant him foxyW r hy don’t he till the soil ? The doctor plods through storm and rain ;■ Plods at his patients’ will, When dead and gone he plods again To get his lengthy bill. The printer—bless Ids noble soul! * He grasps the mighty earth,And stamps it on our daily sheet To cheer the labourers’ hearth;We sing the honour of the Plough, And honour to the PressTwo noble instruments of toil, Each with a power to bless. The bone, the nerve of this fast age,True wealth of human kind ; One tills the ever faithful earth The other tills the mind.
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Patea Mail, Volume IV, Issue 375, 20 November 1878, Page 2
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