Norman Rowland Gale

(1862-1942 / England)

Wages - Poem by Norman Rowland Gale

My lass, when God
to suffer sent me,
no gifts he gave,
but only lent me
for gold, my breath,
for silver, labour;
the sky as a friend,
the grass as neighbour.

The Vineyard called
for workers many;
at eve I took
God's punctual penny;
Because I bowed
content, I fancy,
He gave me you
for wages, Nancy!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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