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Show Seedtl ie and Harvest. As o'er Ills fu rowed fields, which Ho Beneath a colily dropping sky, Yet chill with Mntcr'H melted snow, The husbandm n goes forth to sow; Thus, Frecdonj. on tho hlttor blast The ventures a thy seed wo cast, And trust to 'armor sun and rain i To swell thou rin, nnd till tho grain. Who rails thy glorious servlco Imrd? J Who deems It ot Its own rownrd? t Who, for tits ti als, counts It less I A cause ot pra ao and thankfulness? It may not ho ur lot to wield Tho sickle' In tKo ripened field; Nor qurs .to henr, on summer cvos, Tho reaper's solg among tho shoavos; Yot whero our duty's tnslt Is wrought In unison with Hod's great thought, The nenr nnd future blend In ono, And whatso'er Is willed Is done I ' John Greenleaf Whlttlor. |