Tiller Of The Soil Poem by Nona Vaught
Tiller Of The Soil
Tiller of the soil, now weary
Lift the burden of heavy toil
Take the yoke from neck and shoulders
Gentle hand, wipe the lathered hide.
Plowman, servant, deeply moved
Kneel with consolation, pity
Clean and touch each leg, give them ease,
Gather in grateful relief.
Beast of burden, companion slave,
Fellow-feeling of comradeship.
Evening, lift your eyes in prayer,
'Oh, thou great burden lifter.'
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