THE WORLD HARVEST

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 31, 1861

THE WORLD HARVEST.

They are sowing their seed in the daylight fair, They are sowing their seed in the noonday's glare, They are sowing their seed in the soft twilight, They are sowing their seed in the solemn night ; What shall the harvest be ?

They are sowing their seed of pleasant thought, In the Spring's green light they have blithely wrought; They have brought their fancies from wood and dell, Where the mosses creep and the flower buds swell; Rare shall the harvest be !

They are sowing the seed of word and deed, Which the cold know not, nor the careless heed Of the gentle word and the kindest deed, That have blest the heart in its sorest need; Sweet shall the harvest be !

And some are sowing the seeds of pain, Of late remorse, and in maddened brain, And the stars shall fall and the sun shall wane, Ere they root the weeds from their soil again; Dark will the harvest be !

And some are standing with idle hand, Yet they scatter seed on their native land; And some are sowing the seeds of care, Which their soil has borne and still must bear; Sad will the harvest be !

They are sowing the seed of noble deed, With a sleepless watch and an earnest heed; With a ceaseless hand o'er the earth they sow, And the fields are whitening where'er they go; Rich will the harvest be !

Sown in darkness or sown in light, Sown in weakness or sown in might, Sown in meekness or sown in wrath, In the broad work-field or the shadowy path, Sure will the harvest be !