The Master took some little seeds To tell how souls may grow, And used the unseen leaven His simple truth to show. We plant His holy Word within The sinful human heart, But leave it to its growing When we have done our part. All nature sows with confidence Her seeds o'er hill and dale: We look for fruitful harvests; These harvests seldom fail. Then why should I, a mortal man, My duty ever shirk, When God's eternal doings Are threaded through my work? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE THE EVENING STAR by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE by T. P. CAMERON WILSON |