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Sow with a generous hand ;
Pause not for toil or pain ;
weary not through the heat of summer,
Weary not through the cold spring rain ;
But wait till the Autumn comes,
For the sheaves of golden grain.
Scatter the seed, and fear not,
A table will be spread ;
What matter if you are too weary
To eat your hard-earned bread :
Sow, while the earth is broken,
For the hungry must be fed !
Then sow, for the hours are fleeting,
And the seed must fall to-day,
And care not what hands shall reap it,
Or, if you shall have passed away
Before the waving corn-fields
Shall gladden the sunny day.
Sow, and look onward, upward,
Where the starry light appears
Where, in spite of the coward s doubting,
Or your own heart s trembling fears,
You shall reap in joy the harvest
You have sown to-day in tears.
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