GOD SAVE THE PLOUGH.

BY MRS. sIGoURNEY.
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BY MRS. SIGOURNEx. See how the shinirg share, Maketh earth's bosom fair,

 Browning her brow Bread in it's furrow springs, Health and repose il brings, Treasures unk to kings God save the plough! Look in the warriors blade, While OCT in. tented glade,

 Hate breathes its vow Wrath, it's unsheathing wakes, Love at it's Tightening quakes. Weeping and wo it makes

 God save the plough. Ships OCT the deep may ri9e. Storms wreck their hammered pride. Waves whelm their prow- But the well,loaded vain, Garnering the golden grain. Gladdening the household train,- God save the plough! Who are the. truly great Minions of pomp and slate,

 Where the crowd bow' Give us hard hands and free, Culturers of field and tree, Best friends Of liberty

 God save the plough!