Classic Poem

Who came at the eleventh hour,
And to their tasks were true,
And labored each as he had power,
Received — each man his due.

Who came when day was breaking bright,
And labored all day through,
Till evening melted into night,
Received — each man his due.

These looked at those, those looked at these,
As from their Lord they came;
The dues of those, the dues of these,
They saw, were just the same.

For those and these God's children are,
Born for eternity;
Moments of time could not compare
With lives which live for aye.
And souls whose every hope is fixed above
Have no less due from God than all a Father's love.