Sow in the morn thy seed, <br />At eve hold not thy hand; <br />To doubt and fear give thou no heed, <br />Broadcast it o’er the land. <br /> <br />Thou know’st not which may thrive, <br />The late or early sown; <br />God keeps His precious seed alive, <br />When and wherever thrown. <br /> <br />Thou canst not toil in vain; <br />Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, <br />Shall foster and mature the grain <br />For garners in the sky. <br /> <br />Thence, when the glorious end, <br />The day of God is come, <br />The angels reapers shall descend, <br />And heav’n cry, “Harvest Home.”<br /><br />James Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sow-in-the-morn-thy-seed/
