16. sword and Plough.
Where the Plough to the furrow heaved and keeled;
And it looked so proud in its jingling gear,--
Said the Plough to the Sword, “What brings you here?”
“Long years ago, ere I was born,
They doubled my grandsire up, one morn,
To forge a share for you, and now
They want him back,” said the Sword to the Plough.
The red-brown field glowed a deeper red,
As the gleam of War o'er the landscape sped;
The sabres flashed, the cannon roared,
And side by side fought the Plough and the Sword.