Sow in the Morn Thy Seed

Verse 1

Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed;
Broad-cast it o’er the land.

Verse 2

And duly shall appear,
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

Verse 3

Thou canst not toil in vain;
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain,
For garners in the sky.

Verse 4

Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God, shall come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And heaven cry “Harvest-home!”