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THE GOOD OLD PLOUGH.

AS SUNG BY THE HUTCHINSONS.

LET them sing who may of the battle fray,
And the deeds that have long since past;
Let them chant in praise of the tar whose days,
Are spent on the ocean vast.

I would render to these all the worship you please,

I would honor them even now;

But I'd give far more from my heart's full store To the cause of the Good Old Plough.

Let them laud the notes that in music float
Through the bright and glittering hall;
While the amorous twirl of the hair's bright curl
Round the shoulder of beauty fall.
But dearer to me is the song from the tree,
And the rich and blossoming bough;

0, these are the sweets which the rustic greets As he follows the Good Old Plough!

Full many there be that daily we see,
With a selfish and hollow pride,

Who the ploughman's lot, in his humble cot,
With a scornful look deride;

But I'd rather take, aye, a hearty shake
From his hand than to wealth I'd bow;
For the honest grasp of his hand's rough clasp,
Has stood by the Good Old Plough.

All honor be, then, to these gray old men,
When at last they are bowed with toil!
Their warfare then o'er, they battle no more,
For they've conquered the stubborn soil.
And the chaplet each wears is his silver hairs;
And ne'er shall the victor's brow
With a laurel crown to the grave go down
Like the sons of the Good Old Plough.

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CLEAR the brown path to meet his coulter's gleam!
Lo! on he comes, behind his smoking team,
With toil's bright dew-drops on his sunburnt brow,
The lord of earth, the hero of the plough!

First in the field before the reddening sun.
Last in the shadows when the day is done,
Line after line, along the bursting sod,
Marks the broad acres where his feet have trod;
Still where he treads the stubborn clods divide,
The smooth, fresh furrow opens deep and wide;
Matted and dense the tangled turf upheaves,
Mellow and dark the ridgy cornfield cleaves;
Up the steep hillside, where the laboring train
Slants the long track that scores the level plain,
Through the moist valley, clogged with oozing clay,
The patient convoy breaks its destined way;
At every turn the loosening chains resound,
The swinging ploughshare circles glistening round,
Till the wide field one billowy waste appears,
And wearied hands unbind the panting steers.

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O gracious Mother, whose benignant breast
Wakes us to life, and lulls us all to rest,
How thy sweet features, kind to every clime,
Mock with their smile the wrinkled front of Time!
We stain thy flowers, they blossom o'er the dead
We rend thy bosom, and it gives us bread;
O'er the red field that trampling strife has torn,
Waves the green plumage of thy tasselled corn;
Our maddening conflicts scar thy fairest plain,
Still thy soft answer is the growing grain.
Yet, O our Mother, while uncounted charms
Steal round our hearts in thine embracing arms,
Let not our virtues in thy love decay,

And thy fond sweetness waste our strength away

No, by these hills whose banners now displayed
In blazing cohorts Autumn has arrayed;
By yon twin summits, on whose splintery crests
The tossing hemlocks hold the eagles' nests;
By these fair plains the mountain circle screens,
And feeds with streamlets from its dark ravines,
True to their home, these faithful arms shall toil
To crown with peace their own untainted soil;
And, true to God, to freedom, to mankind,
If her chained bandogs Faction shall unbind,
These stately forms, that, bending even now,
Rowed their strong manhood to the humble plough,
Shall rise erect, the guardians of the land,
The same stern iron in the same right hand,
Till o'er their hills the shouts of triumph run;
The sword has rescued what the ploughshare won!

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

THE FARMER'S BOY.

WHERE noble Grafton spreads his rich domains, Round Euston's watered vale and sloping plains, Where woods and groves in solemn grandeur rise, Where the kite brooding unmolested flies, The woodcock and the painted pheasant race, And skulking foxes, destined for the chase; There Giles, untaught and unrepining, strayed Through every copse and grove and winding glade;

No helpmates teach the docile steed his road
(Alike unknown the ploughboy and the goad);
But unassisted, through each toilsome day,
With smiling brow the ploughman cleaves his way,
Draws his fresh parallels, and, widening still,
Treads slow the heavy dale, or climbs the hill.
Strong on the wing his busy followers play,
Where writhing earthworms meet the unwelcome
day,

Till all is changed, and hill and level dowr
Assume a livery of sober brown;
Again disturbed when Giles with wearying strides
From ridge to ridge the ponderous harrow guides
His heels deep sinking, every step he goes,
Till dirt adhesive loads his clouted shoes.
Welcome, green headland ! firm beneath his feet:
Welcome, the friendly bank's refreshing seat ;
There, warm with toil, his panting horses browse
Their sheltering canopy of pendent boughs;
Till rest delicious chase each transient pain,
And new-born vigor swell in every vein.
Hour after hour and day to day succeeds,

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His simple errand done, he homeward hies;

There his first thoughts to Nature's charms in- Another instantly his place supplies.

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Fled now the sullen murmurs of the north, The splendid raiment of the Spring peeps forth; Her universal green and the clear sky Delight still more and more the gazing eye. Wide o'er the fields, in rising moisture strong, Shoots up the simple flower, or creeps along The mellowed soil, imbibing fairer hues, Orsweets from frequent showers and evening dews; That summon from their sheds the slumbering ploughs,

While health impregnates every breeze that blows. No wheels support the diving, pointed share; No groaning ox is doomed to labor there;

The clattering dairy-maid immersed in steam, Singing and scrubbing midst her milk and cream, Bawls out, "Go fetch the cows !"- he hears no

more;

For pigs and ducks and turkeys throng the door,

And sitting hens for constant war prepared, A concert strange to that which late he heard. Straight to the meadow then he whistling goes; With well-known halloo calls his lazy cows; Down the rich pasture heedlessly they graze, Or hear the summons with an idle gaze; For well they know the cow-yard yields no mora Its tempting fragrance, nor its wintry store. Reluctance marks their steps, sedate and slow, The right of conquest all the law they know; The strong press on, the weak by turns succeed, And one superior always takes the lead, Is ever foremost wheresoe'er they stray, Allowed precedence, undisputed sway; With jealous pride her station is maintained, For many a broil that post of honor gained At home, the yard affords a grateful scene, For spring makes e'en a miry cow-yard clean. Thence from its chalky bed behold conveyed I The rich manure that drenching winter made,

Which, piled near home, grows green with many | Clang, clang!— again, my mates, what grows

a weed,

A promised nutriment for autumn's seed.
Forth comes the maid, and like the morning smiles;
The mistress too, and followed close by Giles.
A friendly tripod forms their humble seat,
With pails bright scoured and delicately sweet.
Where shadowing elms obstruct the morning ray
Begins the work, begins the simple lay ;

The full-charged udder yields its willing stream
While Mary sings some lover's amorous dream;
And crouching Giles beneath a neighboring tree
Tugs o'er his pail, and chants with equal glee;
Whose hat with battered brim, of nap so bare,
From the cow's side purloins a coat of hair, --
A mottled ensign of his harmless trade,
An unambitious, peaceable cockade.
As unambitious, too, that cheerful aid
The mistress yields beside her rosy maid;
With joy she views her plenteous reeking store,
And bears a brimmer to the dairy door.
Her cows dismissed, the luscious mead to roam,
Till eve again recall them loaded home.

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