Classic Poem

“‘Nigh goal of day, at evensong,
one hour before the sun should set,
strong men he saw stand idle there,
and said to them, with earnest voice:—
‘Why stand ye idle the livelong day?’
Nowhere, said they, was hire for them.
‘Go to my vineyard, yeomen young,
and work and do as best ye can.’
Soon the world grew burnish'd brown;
the sun was down, and it waxed late;
to take their pay he summon'd them;
the day was done, its goal was pass'd