Lo, these are they that toil by night With mattock and with spade, Beneath the flickering lanthorn light, In meadow and in glade! Row upon long and crowded row, How gruesome is the seed they sow! Back on the fair and furrowed lands The earth and sod they toss, And some, with reverential hands, Place here and there a cross, A simple rough-hewn cross as though To sanctify the seed they sow. Oh, may some flower of love arise Above the bruised sod, Some flower of love to greet the eyes, The grieving eyes of God! Some flower of love whereon shall fall The dews of peace perennial! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT THERE ARE WINGS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE QUEST OF SUMMER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE PARIAH by JAMES EDWIN CAMPBELL RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 1 by CHARLES COTTON OVER THE HILLSIDE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK HERE TO-DAY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |