Read these stanzas from the poem "A Poet and His Song" by Paul Laurence Dunbar.My days are never days of ease;I till my ground and prune my trees.When ripened gold is all the plain,I put my sickle to the grain.I labor hard, and toil and sweat,While others dream within the dell;But even while my brow is wet,I sing my song, and all is well. Sometimes the sun, unkindly hot,My garden makes a desert spot;Sometimes a blight upon the treeTakes all my fruit away from me;And then with throes of bitter painRebellious passions rise and swell;But—life is more than fruit or grain,And so I sing, and all is well.How is the message of this poem similar to the poet’s message in "Mother to Son"?