Sowing and Reaping. (1014) Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broad-cast it o'er the land. 2 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. 3 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain, For garners in the sky. 4 Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God, shall come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry "Harvest-home!" James Montgomery, 1825.
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