4. "I find them in the garden, For there's many hereabout; And often when I go to plow, The plowshare turns them out; For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory."
"McGuffey's Fifth Eclectic Reader"
William Holmes McGuffey
Your bones they are moist with marrow, And with milk your breasts are full; Your hands they are strong and subtle, And your life-blood never dull; But fail at the sword or the plowshare, Or fall at the forge or the wheel, And ye only mar earth's bosom With a wound that her dust will heal.
"Pan and Aeolus: Poems"
Charles Hamilton Musgrove
One could not get a plowshare sharpened, a bolt, or a bushel of coal without making the long trip to town.
"Land of the Burnt Thigh"
Edith Eudora Kohl