See, -- how the shining share Maketh earth's bosom fair, Crowning her brow, -- Bread in its furrow springs, Health and repose it brings, Treasures unknown to kings, God save the plough! Look to the warrior's blade, While o'er the tented glade, Hate breathes his vow, -- Strife its unsheathing wakes, Love at its lightning quakes, Weeping and wo it makes, God save the plough! Ships o'er the deep may ride, Storms wreck their banner'd pride, Waves whelm their prow, But the well-loaded wain Garnereth the golden grain, Gladdening the household train, God save the plough! Who are the truly great? Minions of pomp and state, Where the crowd bow? Give us hard hands and free, Culturers of field and tree, Best friends of liberty -- God save the plough! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 26. ASKING FOR HER HEART. CHRISTMAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON HIS ENGAGEMENT TO BE MARRIED by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |