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Recompense

Rating: 3.3
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.
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Morawn Higgs 08 January 2013
Interesting piece.
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John Callahan 26 October 2007
Very good, another excellent poem by Mr. McCrae
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