Her golden hair blows in the wind,
Her garments, with flutter and furl,
Leap like a flag in the sun;
And whenever he stoops, she stoops,
And they heap up the dark colored beets
In the barrow, row upon row.
Labor, the kind which is mere toil and drudgery, is without meaning and unspiritual. But Woman was designed by God as the power which shall inspire men to spirituality in all things. As Man, every man would be ‘blind’ and purposeless and futile. But as Man, companioned and inspired by Woman and idealizing labor for the end of her companionship and love and the spiritual fruits of that love, every man, who is obedient to the ideal, transmutes the lowliest labor into spiritual purpose, meaning and result:—
She offers no tantalus cup
To the shrunken, the desperate lips,
But she calms them with lethe and love