"CAST THY BREAD UPON THE WATERS"

EDITH C. CARTER.

One little seed of Life outsped
Into earth's death-filled thought,
And the roots will strengthen, and grow, and spread,
Till the tree springs up, and the leaves o'erhead
Their healing balm on the nations shed,
Who freedom from fear have sought.

A little leaven of Truth pressed deep
Into earth's stubborn thought,
And dreamers will wake from lethargic sleep;
The persistent leaven will upward creep
Till resistance yields to its tireless sweep,
And Truth its desire hath wrought.

One tiny drop from the ocean of Love
Shed on earth's barren breast,
And the steepest stretch of earth's road will prove
A blossoming lane, a refreshing grove,
Where toilworn travelers the dust may remove,
And climbing may still find rest.

Then speak Love's word, Truth's leaven hide,
And sow the seed of Life,
And though all the world thy faith may deride,
Still helping thy brother, thou shalt abide
In a knowledge of peace so deep and wide
That it drowns earth's phantom strife.

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