In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> Recompense </h2> <p>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/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />