The Plowman

Turn up the generous soil—
’Tis rich in hidden wealth,
And well repays your earnest toil
With plenty, peace, and health.

Plow with a bold, strong hand—
Drive deep the glittering share;
No surface-scratching will command
Earth’s treasures rich and rare.

Then, if you’d freely reap,
With bounteous freedom sow—
And while you wake, and while you sleep,
The precious grain will grow.