ENOUGH he labours for his hire; Yea, nought can pay his pain; But powers that wear and waste and tire, Need help to toil again. They give him freely all they can, They give him clothes and food; In this rejoicing, that the man Is not ashamed they should. High love takes form in lowly thing; He knows the offering such; To them 'tis little that they bring, To him 'tis very much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING STORM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA by ROBERT BROWNING IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 25 by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 47 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LETTER TO JAMES TENNANT OF GLENCONNER by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE COMING OF THE LORD by EDWARD CARPENTER |