Address to Plenty (excerpt)

I know they are the most well known lines from Address to Plenty, but after the review below I feel it necessary to temper the romantic notions we have of life in the outdoors in the early 19th century as an agricultural labourer.

Toiling in the naked fields,
Where no bush a shelter yields,
Needy Labour dithering stands,
Beats and blows his numbing hands,
And upon the crumping snows
Stamps, in vain, to warm his toes.
Leaves are fled, that once had power
To resist a summer shower;
And the wind so piercing blows,
Winnowing small the drifting snows.

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