I saw them from our car today, As I was passing by The women toilers! Mexican, Negro, white, Working in the cotton fields From dawn of day till night. I wonder what the recompense Of toil like theirs Fulfillment, joy, sweet peace? Or just the dull despair Of aching weariness, That never knows surcease? I wonder, oh, I wonder how In God's great plan, I shall make restitution for The joy, the ease, the time Spent in such idle ways, When these must wilt Out in the hot sun's blaze. At night I see them When I try to pray; God help them to be kind When they shall think of me, Beloved, rested, gay As I was passing by their fields today! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 55. ST. VALENTINE'S DAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI THE LORD SPEAKS by KARLE WILSON BAKER MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE THE ANT-HEAP by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |