A RONDEAU OF FIELD-LABOURERS

“To labour is to pray.” We heave

The heavy clay; we dig and cleave;

And knees and hands deep in the sod,

Search out and shape the Will of God

Creation's purpose to achieve.

Slant showers may wound, sharp winds bereave —

We lift no soiled and suppliant sleeve:

( Sure God and Mary bless the rod:)

To labour is to pray.

And so we are content to leave

Prayers for long-headed folk to weave.

We work His Will in ear and pod;

And when His harvest-eyes applaud,

We know — what others but believe —

To labour is to pray.