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John McCrae

Recompense

I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn,
    To whom came one in angel guise and said,
"Is it for labour that a man is born?
    Lo: I am Ease. Come ye and eat my bread!"
Then gladly one forsook his task undone
    And with the Tempter went his slothful way,
The other toiled until the setting sun
    With stealing shadows blurred the dusty day.

Ere harvest time, upon earth's peaceful breast
    Each laid him down among the unreaping dead.
"Labour hath other recompense than rest,
    Else were the toiler like the fool," I said;
"God meteth him not less, but rather more
Because he sowed and others reaped his store."

 
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