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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 30, 1910

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 87, No. 26.

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A Tiller of the Soil

By Christian Burke

THIS is the place where thou didst bid me stand, And work and wait; I thought it was a plot of fertile land To tend and cultivate: Flower and fruit, I said, are surely here In rich earth stored, And I will make of it a garden fair For thee, my Lord!
Lo! it is set where only bleak skies frown, With rank weeds sown, And over it the vagrant thistledown Like dust is blown; Long have I labored, but the barren soil No crop will yield: This have I won for all my ceaseless toil— A bare, plowed field!
“Nay, even here, where thou didst strive and weep, Some sunny morn Others shall come with joyous hearts, and reap The full-eared corn: Yet is their harvest to thy labor due; On Me ’twas spent— Are not the furrows driven straight and true? Be thou content!”
— Christian Burke.