Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XLIX. SOWING.
Not all in vain good seed I sow
As up and down the world I go,
Scattering in faith the precious grain,
And waiting till the sun and rain
Of Heavenly influence bid it grow.
As up and down the world I go,
Scattering in faith the precious grain,
And waiting till the sun and rain
Of Heavenly influence bid it grow.
In fields where quiet waters flow,
On wolds where freshening breezes blow,
My days have passed—on hill and plain—
Not all in vain.
On wolds where freshening breezes blow,
My days have passed—on hill and plain—
Not all in vain.
For as in earth the seed I throw,
'Tis mixed with ceaseless prayer, and though
Much ne'er may see the light again,
Some fruit of labour will remain,
And bending ears shall whisper low,
“Not all in vain.”
'Tis mixed with ceaseless prayer, and though
Much ne'er may see the light again,
Some fruit of labour will remain,
And bending ears shall whisper low,
“Not all in vain.”
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