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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
Because he sowed and others reaped his store."
John McCrae
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during Worl
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