THE PRESS AND THE. PLOUGH. (From a Californian Paper.)

Otago Witness, Issue 488, 6 April 1861, Page 6

THE PRESS AND THE. PLOUGH. (From a Californian Paper.)

We envy not the purse-proud man, In city or in town — Who wonders if the pumpkin vines Ran up the hill or down ; We care not for liis marble halls, Nor yet his heaps of gold — We would not own his sordid heart Eor all his wealth thrice told. We are the favoured ones of earth. we breathe pure air each morn, We sow — we reap the golden grain — We gather in the corn. We toil — we live on what we 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. The merchant thumbs his yard-stick o'er Grovrs haggard at his toil $ He's not the man God made him for, Why don't he till the soil ? The doctor plods through storm and cold, Flods at his patient's will ; When dead and gone he plods again To got his lengthy bill. The printer (bless his noble soul), He grasps the mighty earth, > And stamp's it in our welcome sheet '- Td cheer the farmer's hearth. fr ' 'We sing the, honour of the Plough, { ' 'A^aWpjnp^of/th^re^sfr Two noble instruments of MX, \ ; V Wtii e&hVjfow, gr', to, Wesjf ; I, %6W#;^e;4e^fto6^f%; a ge, ■, : - . / Th§j?reath t of llumintki^jPrr ; O)»etUlsthe.ey(er,-gMeroiw,e£irtp, : ,^ ■^The-otheFtaiij'tiienilttaf* kIA ' '