THE SOWERS by Sel.

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 14, 1878

THE SOWERS.

By Sel.

“All seed is in the sower’s hands.”—Rossetti.

Ten thousand sowers through the land Passed heedless on their way; Ten thousand seeds in either hand Of every sort had they. They cast seed here, they cast seed there, They cast seed everywhere.

The land a forest straightway grew, With plants of every kind; And kindly fruits, and poisonous too, In that wood could you find; And trees grew here, and trees grew there, And trees grew everywhere.

Anon, as many a year went by, Those sowers came once more, And wandered ’neath the leaf-clad sky, And wondered at the store; For fruit hung here, and fruit hung there, And fruit hung everywhere.

Then plucked they many a berry bright, None could their right deny; Some ate to their unfeigned delight, And some ate but to die; While some plucked here, and some plucked there, And some plucked everywhere.

Nor knew they in that tangled wood The trees that were their own; Yet as they plucked, as each one should, Each plucked what he had sown. So do men here, so do men there, So do men everywhere.

—Sel.