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Proudly the youth, by manhood sudden crowned, / Went walking by his horses to the plough, / For the first time that morn. No soldier gay / Feels at his side the throb of the gold hilt / (Knowing the blue blade hides within its sheath, / As lightning in the cloud) with more delight, / When first he belts it on, than he that day / Heard still the clank of the plough-chains against / The horses' harnessed sides, as to the field / They went to make it fruitful. O'er the hill / The sun looked down, baptizing him for toil.
A farmer's son he was, and grandson too; / Yea, his great-grandsire had possessed these fields.