Sowing and Reaping (Bobbitt)

Oh! sow­er

dost thou sow good seed?

And dost thou nob­ly bear thy part?

The world can on­ly see the deeds

While God

in Heav­en

knows the heart.

The hour is sun­lit

Heav­en blest

Which sees some no­ble work be­gun;

Nor cease

nor id­ly wish for rest

Before thy toil hath vic­t’ry won.

Forget not that on ev­ery life

Around

you cast some light or shade!

Prepare then for the world’s great strife;

By pa­tient toil are true lives made.

Against the wrong and for the right

Ah! yes

brave heart

there’s need for you!

The field for har­vest still is white;

The la­bor­ers are all too few.