The Master took some little seeds To tell how souls may grow, And used the unseen leaven His simple truth to show. We plant His holy Word within The sinful human heart, But leave it to its growing When we have done our part. All nature sows with confidence Her seeds o'er hill and dale: We look for fruitful harvests; These harvests seldom fail. Then why should I, a mortal man, My duty ever shirk, When God's eternal doings Are threaded through my work? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AELLA: THE MINSTREL'S SONG by THOMAS CHATTERTON THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR SONG by WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE PHILLIS INAMOROTA by LANCELOT ANDREWES THE KING OF NORMANDY by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 14 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |