This excerpt from thomas gray’s “an elegy written in a country churchyard” expresses the praise stage of an elegy. what does it praise?

oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
how jocund did they drive their team afield!
how bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

let not ambition mock their useful toil,
their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,
the short and simple annals of the poor.