The End of the Furrow

William Wilfrid Campbell
Canadian
1858 – 1918

 

When we come to the end of the furrow,
When our last day’s work is done,
We will drink of the long red shaft of light
That slants from the westering sun.

We will turn from the field of our labour,
From the warm earth glad and brown,
And wend our feet up that village street,
And with our folk lie down.

Yea, after the long toil, surcease,
Rest to the hearts that roam,
When we join in the mystic silence of eve
The glad procession home.

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