The Plough.
I am a worker. .-deep on and take your rest Tl~>u—h my sharp coulter shows white m the dawn-. Belting through wind and rain. F'.;rrowing hill and plain. Till twilight dims the west, And I stand darkly against the night sky. I am a worker. I. the plough. I feed the peoples. Eagerly wait oa me High-b.irn and low-born, pule chiMree of want; Kingdoms may rise and wane, War claim her tithe of slain, Han is are outstretched to me. Master of men am I. seeming a slave, I feed the peoples. I. the plough. I prove God's words true— Toiling that earth may give Fruit men shall gather with songs in the sua. Where sleeps the hidden grain t ora-fields shall wave again; Showing that while men live Nor seed nor harvest-time ever win cease. I prove God's words true, L the plough. —V. F. Boysoo, in “Everybody's.”
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 26, 29 June 1907, Page 44
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151The Plough. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 26, 29 June 1907, Page 44
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