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THE MYSTERY OF THE SEED.
Children dear, can you read
The mystery of the seed,
The little seed, that will not remain
In earth, but rises in fruit and grain?
The mystery of the seed,
The little seed, that will not remain
In earth, but rises in fruit and grain?
A mystery, passing strange,
Is the seed, in its wondrous change;
Forest and flower in its husk concealed,
And the golden wealth of the harvest-field.
Is the seed, in its wondrous change;
Forest and flower in its husk concealed,
And the golden wealth of the harvest-field.
Ever, around and above,
Works the Invisible Love:
It lives in the heavens and under the land;
In blossom and sheaf and the reaper's hand.
Works the Invisible Love:
It lives in the heavens and under the land;
In blossom and sheaf and the reaper's hand.
—Sower, you surely know
That the harvest never will grow,
Except for the Angels of Sun and Rain,
Who water and ripen the springing grain!
That the harvest never will grow,
Except for the Angels of Sun and Rain,
Who water and ripen the springing grain!
Awake for us, heart and eye,
Are watchers behind the sky:
There are unseen reapers in every band,
Who lend their strength to the weary hand.
Are watchers behind the sky:
There are unseen reapers in every band,
Who lend their strength to the weary hand.
When the wonderful light breaks through
From above, on the work we do,
We can see how near us our helpers are,
Who carry the sickle and wear the star.
From above, on the work we do,
We can see how near us our helpers are,
Who carry the sickle and wear the star.
—Sower, you surely know
That good seed never will grow,
Except for the Angels of Joy and Pain,
Who scatter the sunbeams and pour the rain!
That good seed never will grow,
Except for the Angels of Joy and Pain,
Who scatter the sunbeams and pour the rain!
—Child, with the sower sing!
Love is in everything!
The secret is deeper than we can read:
But we gather the grain if we sow the seed.
Love is in everything!
The secret is deeper than we can read:
But we gather the grain if we sow the seed.
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