I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn, <br /> To whom came one in angel guise and said, <br />"Is it for labour that a man is born? <br /> Lo: I am Ease. Come ye and eat my bread!" <br />Then gladly one forsook his task undone <br /> And with the Tempter went his slothful way, <br />The other toiled until the setting sun <br /> With stealing shadows blurred the dusty day. <br /> <br />Ere harvest time, upon earth's peaceful breast <br /> Each laid him down among the unreaping dead. <br />"Labour hath other recompense than rest, <br /> Else were the toiler like the fool," I said; <br />"God meteth him not less, but rather more <br />Because he sowed and others reaped his store."<br /><br />John McCrae<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recompense/
