THOUGH God, as one that is an householder, Called these to labour in his vineyard first, Before the husk of darkness was well burst Bidding them grope their way out and bestir, (Who, questioned of their wages, answered, "Sir, Unto each man a penny:") though the worst Burthen of heat was theirs and the dry thirst: Though God hath since found none such as these were To do their work like them:--Because of this Stand not ye idle in the market-place. Which of ye knoweth he is not that last Who may be first by faith and will?--yea, his The hand which after the appointed days And hours shall give a Future to their Past? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE DANDELION by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE COMPLAINT OF CHASTITIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE DROWNED HIDALGO DREAMS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET VANITIES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PRAYERS OF SAINTS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |