Seed Time And Harvest

“Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof; thou makest it soft with the drops of rain, and blessest the increase of it.”

Fret not thyself so sorely, heart of mine,

For that the pain hath roughly broke thy rest,-

That thy wild flowers lie dead upon thy breast,

Whereon the cloud-veiled sun hath ceased to shine.

Fret not that thou art seam’d and scarr’d and torn;

That clods are piled where tinted vetches were;

That long worms crawl to light, and brown rifts, bare

Of green and tender grasses, widely yawn.

God’s hand is on the plough-so be thou still.

Thou canst not see Him, for thine eyes are dim;

But wait in patience, put thy trust in Him;

Give thanks for love, and leave thee to His will.

Ah! in due time the lowering clouds shall rain

Soft drops on my parch’d furrows; I shall sow

In tears and prayers, and green corn-blades will grow;

I shall not wish the wild flowers back again.

I shall be glad that I did work and weep-

Be glad, O God! my slumbering soul did wake-

Be glad my stubborn heart did heave and break

Beneath the plough-when angels come to reap.

Be glad, O Father! that my land was till’d

And sown and water’d, in the harvest-day

When Thou wilt cast the weeds and tares away,

And when with ripen’d fruit Thy barns are fill’d.

Keep me my faith, I pray. I cannot see,

And fear to intermeddle with Thy work.

Oh, though I wince and fret, I would not shirk

The discipline that is so good for me!

I know that Thou wilt make my grief to cease,

Wilt send the cool, soft drops of healing rain,

And make my scarred heart green with springing grain,

That after patient waiting cometh peace;

That after beautiful labour I shall rest,

And after weeping have my fill of joy.

Thou breakest down to build up, not destroy;

Thou doest right, O Lord! Thou knowest best.

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• Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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