Sunday at Home

Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 26, 22 September 1894, Page 3

Sunday at Home

AN OLD PAYABLE.

A cower went forth to sow, On his cheeks was the health-lit glow Of the young and strong, And the life that is long, And the brain that is swift to know. He had no measure To gauge his pleasure, * But, sowing his seeds Of designs and deeds, He had little care Was it wheat or tare Winch he sowed broadcast In the earth At last Thick and strong were the seeds. Alas! that they were but weeds. A sower went forth to sow.. In his heart was the faith-fed glow, And the love and zeal Of the men who feel That only the best should grow. He sowed for others All men his brothers ; .And fair were the seeds Of designs and deeds Which with pains and care t And in earnest prayer He sowed broadcast In the earth At last His fields were filled with the best, And earth, rain and sun did the rest. A reaper, with low-bowed head, And heavy, reluctant tread, Was forced to stand On his weed-spoiled land, Which none might reap in his stead*. Too late repcntings, Eegrets, lamentings ! The crops from the seeds Of Lis evil deeds, To his shame and sin, Must be gathered in. He turned with pain From the task ; but in vain Did he loiter, struggle, or weep. That which he sowed he must reap. In harvest, when the fields were white, A reaper went forth in the light, And'the radiant morn And the golden corn • Filled his soul with a strange delight. There was no weeping In his glad repeating; But wonder at wealth Which had come as by stealth For his sheaves were great. Then his heart, elate, Asked the angels, Why ? And their low reply Was heard by his ears alone—- “ Thou art reaping what thou hast sown.” Maria jse . i i j