The Village and The Newspaper

by George Crabbe

Go then! and see them rising with the sun,

Through a long course of daily toil to run;

See them beneath the Dog-star’s raging heat,

When the knees tremble and the temples beat;

Behold them, leaning on their scythes, look o’er

The labour past, and toils to come explore;

See them alternate suns and showers engage,

And hoard up aches and anguish for their age;

Through fens and marshy moors their steps pursue,

When their warm pores imbibe the evening dew;