SOW in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thine hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broad-cast it o'er the land. Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock, Drop it where thorns and thistles grow Scatter it on the rock. The good, the fruitful ground, Expect not here nor there; O'er hill and dale, by plots, 't is found; Go forth, then, everywhere. Thou know'st not which may thrive, The late or early sown; Grace keeps the precious germs alive, When and wherever strown. And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. Thou canst not toil in vain, Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain. For garners in the sky. Thence, when the glorious end The day of God is come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry -- "Harvest home." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALF-WAKING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE BRIDGE: 7. THE TUNNEL by HAROLD HART CRANE MEMORY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER WITH MY CIGAR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY NEW YEAR'S EVE by GEORGE ARNOLD UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES, BY MISS JEMINA INGOLDSBY, AGED 15 by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |