Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SOWINGS, by MILLARD FILLMORE BUMGARNER First Line: The master took some little seeds Last Line: Are threaded through my work? Subject(s): Faith; Belief; Creed | ||||||||
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...UNHOLY SONNET 4 by MARK JARMAN QUIA ABSURDUM by ROBINSON JEFFERS GOING TO THE HORSE FLATS by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET TO FORTUNE by LUCY AIKEN JONATHAN EDWARDS IN WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS by ROBERT LOWELL RELIGIOUS INSTRUCTION by MINA LOY |
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