Harvest Toil by Delwin Rees Buckner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 6, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 30.

Harvest Toil

By Delwin Rees Buckner

By Delwin Rees Buckner

All day I toiled, from turbid, troubled dawn— But timid midget mice were toiling, too, Their brownish bodies damp with beads of dew; And so courageously I struggled on, Recruiting frail, rebellious, stubborn brawn, That flinched to feel the pangs that pierced it through. Yet, tho my muscles groaned, I half-way knew The pains would perish e'er the night be gone. Those harvest hours, whenever faint of heart, And wearied with the sheaves I needs must wield, I thought of Ruth, whom grieved Naomi kissed Good-by, but who clung to her, nor would part, And later gleaned in kindly Boaz' field The wheat and barley that his reapers missed.