104 THE GREAT WAR 



" AS THE PLOUGHMAN TOOK HIS PLOUGH, HE 

 STILL CHANTED THE PKAYER 'EARTH, EARTH, 

 EARTH, MOTHER EARTH, GRANT THEE THE AL- 

 MIGHTY ONE, GRANT THEE THE LORD, ACRES 



WAXING AND SPROUTS WANTONING AND THE 

 BROAD CROP OF BARLEY AND THE WHITE WHEAT 

 CROP, AND ALL CROPS OF EARTH.' So AS HE 

 DROVE THE FIRST FURROW, HE SANG AGAIN 

 ' HAIL, MOTHER EARTH, THOU FEEDER OF FOLK, 

 BE THOU, GROWING BY GOODNESS OF GOD, FILLED 

 WITH FODDER THE FOLK TO FEED.' " 



