Classic Poem

I saw the farmer plough the field,
And row on row
The furrows grow.
I saw the farmer plough the field,
And hungry furrows grow.

I saw the farmer sow the wheat,
The golden grain,
In sun and rain.
I saw the farmer sow the wheat,
In shining sun and rain.

I saw at first a silvery sheen,
Then line on line
Of living green.
I saw at first a silvery sheen,
Then lines of living green.

The living green then turned to gold,
In thirty—fifty—
Hundred fold.
The living green then turned to gold
In mercies manifold.