. Country life reader . The Ploughing—the old way. THE PLOUGH From Egypt behind my oxen With their stately step and slow,Northward and east and west I went, To the desert and the snow;Down through the centuries one by one Turning the clod to the shower,Till theres never a land beneath the sun But has blossomed behind my power. I slid through the sodden rice-fields With my grunting humpbacked steers;I turned the turf of the Tiber plain In Romes imperial was left in the half-drawn furrow When Goriolanus came,Leaving the farm for the Forums stir To save a nations
. Country life reader . The Ploughing—the old way. THE PLOUGH From Egypt behind my oxen With their stately step and slow,Northward and east and west I went, To the desert and the snow;Down through the centuries one by one Turning the clod to the shower,Till theres never a land beneath the sun But has blossomed behind my power. I slid through the sodden rice-fields With my grunting humpbacked steers;I turned the turf of the Tiber plain In Romes imperial was left in the half-drawn furrow When Goriolanus came,Leaving the farm for the Forums stir To save a nations 244 COUNTRY LIFE READER Over the sea to the north I went, White chffs and a sea-board blue,And my path was glad in the Enghsh grass As my stout red Devons path was glad in the English grass, For behind me rippled and curledThe corn that was life to the sailor-men That sailed the ships of the world. And later I went to the north again, And day by day drew downA httle more of the purple hills To join my kingdom the whaups
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