Sow with a generous hand;Pause not for toil or pain;Weary not through the heat of summer,Weary not through the cold spring rain;But wait till the autumn comes For the sheaves of golden grain.
Scatter the seed,and fear not,A table will be spread;What matter if you are too weary To eat your hard-earned bread:Sow,while the earth is broken,For the hungry must be fed.
Sow;--while the seeds are lying In the warm earth's bosom deep,And your warm tears fall upon it -They will stir in their quiet sleep;And the green blades rise the quicker,Perchance,for the tears you weep.
Then sow;--for the hours are fleeting,And the seed must fall to-day;And care not what hands shall reap it,Or if you shall have passed away Before the waving corn-fields Shall gladden the sunny day.
Sow;and look onward,upward,Where the starry light appears -Where,in spite of the coward's doubting,Or your own heart's trembling fears,You shall reap in joy the harvest You have sown to-day in tears.
