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.
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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!
Cultivators of the earth are the most valuable citizens. They are the most vigorous, the most independant, the most virtuous, read more
Cultivators of the earth are the most valuable citizens. They are the most vigorous, the most independant, the most virtuous, and they are tied to their country and wedded to it’s liberty and interests by the most lasting bands
Adam, well may we labour, still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.
Adam, well may we labour, still to dress
This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flower.
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."
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
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.
Ye rigid Ploughman! bear in mind
Your labor is for future hours.
Advance! spare not! nor look read more
Ye rigid Ploughman! bear in mind
Your labor is for future hours.
Advance! spare not! nor look behind!
Plough deep and straight with all your powers!
He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.
[Lat., Cujus est solum, ejus est usque ad coelum.]
He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.
[Lat., Cujus est solum, ejus est usque ad coelum.]
