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 Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil,
 We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.  
 Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil,
 We ought to blame the culture, not the soil. 
 Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
 Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
  How read more 
 Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield:
 Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
  How jocund did they drive their team a-field!
   How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! 
 E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain
 Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain,
  Oft have read more 
 E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain
 Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain,
  Oft have I seen the war of winds contend,
   And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend,
    Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn,
     The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne,
      As light straw and rapid stubble fly
       In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky. 
With the introduction of agriculture mankind entered upon a long period of meanness, misery, and madness, from which they are read more
With the introduction of agriculture mankind entered upon a long period of meanness, misery, and madness, from which they are only now being freed by the beneficent operation of the machine.
Agriculture not only gives riches to a nation, but the only riches she can call her own
Agriculture not only gives riches to a nation, but the only riches she can call her own
 And he gave it for his opinion, "that whoever could make two ears 
of corn, or two blades of read more 
 And he gave it for his opinion, "that whoever could make two ears 
of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground 
where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and 
do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of 
politicians put together." 
 The diligent farmer plants trees, of which he himself will never 
see the fruit.
 [Lat., Abores serit diligens read more 
 The diligent farmer plants trees, of which he himself will never 
see the fruit.
 [Lat., Abores serit diligens agricola, quarum adspiciet baccam 
ipse numquam.] 
 In ancient times, the sacred Plough employ'd
 The Kings and awful Fathers of mankind:
  And some, with read more 
 In ancient times, the sacred Plough employ'd
 The Kings and awful Fathers of mankind:
  And some, with whom compared your insect-tribes
   Are but the beings of a summer's day,
    Have held the Scale of Empire, ruled the Storm
     Of mighty War; then, with victorious hand,
      Disdaining little delicacies, seized
       The Plough, and, greatly independent, scorned
        All the vile stores corruption can bestow. 
 The first farmer was the first man, and all historic nobility 
rests on possession and use of land.  
 The first farmer was the first man, and all historic nobility 
rests on possession and use of land.