FRUITION

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · May 28, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 22.

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FRUITION

We scatter seeds with careless hand, And dream we ne’er shall see them more; But for a thousand years Their fruit appears, In weeds that mar the land Or helpful store.
The deeds we do, the words we say, Into still air they seem to float; We count them ever past, But they shall last To the dread judgment day, And we shall meet.
I charge thee by the years gone by, For the love’s sake of brethren dear, Keep thou the one true way, In work and play, Lest in that world their cry Of woe thou hear.
—Keble.