XXXIII. The Useful Plough
A country life is sweet;
In moderate1 cold and heat,
To walk in the air how pleasant and fair,
In every field of wheat,2
The fairest of flowers adorning 3 the bowers,4
And every meadow's brow ; 5
So that, I say, no courtier 6 may
Compare with they 7 who clothe
And follow the useful plough.
They rise with the morning lark,
And labour till almost dark,
Then folding 9 their sheep, they hasten to sleep ;
While every pleasant park 10
Next morning is ringing with birds that are singing
On each green tender bough.
With what content and merriment
Their days are spent, whose minds are bent 11
To follow the useful plough.
1 Not very great, not extreme. 2 Bread is made of wheat. 31laking
beautiful. 4 Places covered by the leafy branches of trees. 5
Or : forehead. s`To man at court, where the King lives ; no fine
gentleman. 7 This should be: them or those. s Or : wear grey
clothes. 9 At night the sheep stay in a fold. 10A large garden,
with big trees. 11 Whose business it is.