THE SOWER by Mrs. Muloch-Craik

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Aug 28, 1901

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 27, No. 35.

THE SOWER.

By Mrs. Muloch-Craik

In the dim dawning sow thy seed, And in the evening stay not thine hand: What it will bring forth—wheat or weed— Who can know, or who understand? Few will heed, Yet sow thy seed.

See, the red sunrise before thee glows, Tho close behind thee night lingers still; Flapping their fatal wings come the black foes Following, following, over the hill. No repose; Sow thou thy seed.

We, too, went sowing in glad sunrise; Now it is twilight, sad shadows fall. Where is the harvest? Why lift we our eyes? What could we see here? But God seeth all. Fast life flies; Sow the good seed.

Tho we may cast it with trembling hand, Spirit half broken, heart-sick, and faint, His winds will scatter it over the land, His rain will nourish and cleanse it from taint. Sinner or saint, Sow the good seed.

—Mrs. Muloch-Craik, in the Sunday Magazine.