 | Poems of Charles Warren Stoddard . |  |
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TO A SON OF THE SOIL
Without the man with the seed
Who would do the sowing?
Without the man with the hoe
Who would do the hoeing?
Without the man with the scythe
Who would do the mowing?
God is the God of us all—
Blessings well bestowing.
Who would do the sowing?
Without the man with the hoe
Who would do the hoeing?
Without the man with the scythe
Who would do the mowing?
God is the God of us all—
Blessings well bestowing.
Son of the son of the soil—
Earth our fost'ring mother,—
Without the rich and the poor
Who would help the other?
Without the call to do good
Each one to another,
Sad were the world. Here's a hand,
Brother,—O my brother!
Earth our fost'ring mother,—
Without the rich and the poor
Who would help the other?
Without the call to do good
Each one to another,
Sad were the world. Here's a hand,
Brother,—O my brother!
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