Page:The Man with the Hoe, Markham, 1900.djvu/127

Rh They are the gods of husbandry: they gather in the sheaves,

But when the autumn strips the wood, they're drifting with the leaves.

They plow and sow and gather in the glory of the corn;

They know the noon, they know the pitiless rains before the morn;

They know the sweep of furrowed fields that darken in the gloom—

A little while their hope on earth, then evermore their tomb. 99