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THE SEED OF SONG by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL

First Line: THE SEED OF SONG WAS CAST
Last Line: IN THE GLORIOUS HOLY LAND.
Subject(s): SINGING & SINGERS; SONGS;
THE seed of song was cast
On the listening hearts around,
And the sweetly winning sound
In a few short minutes passed.
But a song of perfect praise,
And a song of perfect love,
Was the harvest after many days,
Beneath the everlasting rays
Of the summer-time above.

The seed of a single word
Fell among the furrows deep,
In their silent, wintry sleep,
And the sower never an echo heard.
But the "Come!" was not in vain,
For that germ of Life and Love,
And the blessed Spirit's quickening rain,
Made a golden sheaf of precious grain
For the Harvest Home above.

Will you not sow that song?
Will you not drop that word,
Till the coldest hearts be stirred
From their slumber deep and long?
Then your harvest shall abound
With rejoicing full and grand,
Where the heavenly summer-songs resound,
And the fruits of faithful work are found
In the Glorious Holy Land.



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