Harvests

" Angel of the Springtime", said she,
"Show me where to sow my grain.
Shall I plant it round my doorstep,
"Or afar upon the plain?

Fill the nearest spot with gladness,
"Fill thy home with goodness sweet;
Wider fields shall ask thy sowing,
If thou first sow at thy feet!

"Thus for thee shall widening harvests
Wave their manifolding grain,
Till the sixty fold, the hundred,
Gild the dooryard and the plain."


Mrs. Merrill E. Gates,
from Thoughts for the
Thoughtful, 1893

By Streams In The
Desert