BRINGING SHEAVES | AdventAI

Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Sep 24, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 39.

BRINGING SHEAVES.

Eyes are oftentimes so tearful, Looking for life's meaning true, Hearts are often faint and fearful For the good ye strive to do. Thus an angel, in my dreaming, Whispered for the soul that grieves, "Hands that fail, to human seeming, Oft bring in the richest sheaves."

Not alone the weak one sinneth Who has faltered on the way; Not alone the strong man winneth In the radiant blaze of day; God's clear vision, searching slowly Flowers and fruitage 'mid the leaves, Sees how oft His children lowly Bend beneath the richest sheaves.

Waiting while the sunrise only Lights the brows of reapers dead, Toiling through the sunset lonely, We may still be comforted; Like the flower diffusing sweetness When we crush its tender leaves, So from pain we find completeness In the beauty of our sheaves.

Ye whose earthly mission seemeth But to suffer—not to do, Love from strain and dross redeemeth Every life with purpose true; And the smile of heaven lingers Longest round the soul that grieves, While the frail and patient fingers Oft bring home the richest sheaves. —Anon.