I spoke a word, And no one heard; I wrote a word, And no one cared, Or seemed to heed; But after half a score of years It blossomed in a fragrant deed. Preachers and teachers all are we, -- Sowers of seeds unconsciously. Our hearers are beyond our ken, Yet all we give may come again With usury of joy or pain. We never know To what one little word may grow. See to it then that all your seeds Be such as bring forth noble deeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RUTHERFORD MCDOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 13 by OMAR KHAYYAM BLOUDIE JACKE OF SHREWSBERRIE; THE SHROPSHIRE BLUEBEARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE VIVANDIERE ('70) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WIFE'S SONG by ERNEST BENSHIMOL WHOM THE GODS LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF ST. AUGUSTINE by NICHOLAS BRETON |