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"the lord soon called his steward: 'go

bring in the men quick as ye may;

give them the wages that i owe,

and, lest they aught against me say,

range them along here in a row,

to each alike his penny pay;

start with the last who standeth low,

and to the first proceed straightway,'

and then the first began to pray,

complaining they had travailed sore:

'these wrought but one hour of the day,

we think we should receive the more.'"

"'more have we served,' they muttered low,

'who have endured the long day's heat,

than these who not two hours toiled so;

why should their claim with ours compete?'

said the master: 'i pay all i owe;

friend, no injustice shalt thou meet;

take that which is thine own and go.

for a penny we settled in the street;

why dost thou now for more entreat?

thou wast well satisfied before.

once made, a bargain is complete;

why shouldst thou, threatening, ask for more?"

"'what can be more within my gift

than what i will with mine to do?

let not thine eyes to evil shift,

because i trusty am, and true.'

'thus i,' said christ, 'all men shall sift.

the last shall be the first of you;

and the first last, however swift,

for many are called, but chosen, few.'

and thus poor men may have their due,

that late and little burden bore;

their work may vanish like the dew,

the mercy of god is much the more."

"more gladness have i, herewithin,

of flower of life, and noble name,

than all men in the world might win,

who thought their righteous deeds to name.

nathless even now did i begin;

to the vineyard as night fell i came,

but my lord would not account it sin;

he paid my wages without blame.

yet others did not fare the same,

who toiled and travailed there before,

and of their hire might nothing claim,

perchance shall not for a year more."

then more, and openly, i spake:

"from thy tale no reason can i wring;

god's righteousness doth ever wake,

else holy writ is a fabled thing.

from the psalter one verse let us take,

that may to a point this teaching bring:

'thou requitest each for his deed's sake,

thou high and all-foreknowing king.'

if one man to his work did cling

all day, and thou wert paid before,

most wage falls to least labouring,

and ever the less receives the more."

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