Days of Ease

When days of ease descend upon
A people strong and free,
Who toil and work beneath the sun
Their living well to keep,

Then treasure they the bounty great
That worked they so to store,
And rest beneath the bough and brake
They planted long before.

But what of those who never strove,
Or worked, or planted field,
Nor learned the toils of men of old,
What doing thus should yield?

So days of ease a blessing are
To those who know the cost;
But ignorance leaves brutal scar
When fruitful times are lost.