I spoke a word, And no one heard; I wrote a word, And no one cared, Or seemed to heed; But after half a score of years It blossomed in a fragrant deed. Preachers and teachers all are we, -- Sowers of seeds unconsciously. Our hearers are beyond our ken, Yet all we give may come again With usury of joy or pain. We never know To what one little word may grow. See to it then that all your seeds Be such as bring forth noble deeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO WISDOM by ELIZABETH CARTER TO ROSAMONDE: A BALADE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER APOLLO by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS THE WHITE CASCADE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER |