MORE than the beauty of summer Is shed on the hills to-day, And the fragrant breath of the vintage Is borne on the winds away, As, father and son together, The farmers are guiding the plough; Deep and straight is the furrow They set in the green earth now. "Plough deep," is the old man's counsel, As they turn the fallow field That yet shall laugh with the harvest, And wave with a golden yield. "Plough deep and straight," and the sturdy Answer rings back with a will, As the tilth is ready for sowing On the sun-swept reach of hill. I watch, and over my spirit There wafts an echoed psalm, Sweet as a thought of our Father, And full of heaven's balm. God knows how deep the furrow Needed by soul of mine, Ere the stony soul shall quicken And bloom with fruits divine. And God who cares for the vintage When the sap is in the stem, And God who crowns the summer With the autumn's diadem, And God who all the winter Beholds the world's bread grow, May be trusted for loving kindness Though his ploughshare lay me low. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOLY CHRISTMAS by GEORGE HERBERT SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 10. BLIND LOVE by PHILIP AYRES FIRST SAMUEL: AFTER THE SHAMANS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |