Poem July 18, 1901 Issue

Over the field when the day is fair,...

John Fullerton

Over the field when the day is fair,
The sower scatters the seed abroad,
Stays not to mark where it falls, his care
But to leave it with his God,
Who sendeth the rain and the sun's bright rays,
And a hundred-fold in the harvest days.
So a kindly word and a kindly deed,
If done and spoken in time of need,
By a true, pure heart to a brother astray,
Lonely and fainting on life's highway,
At last in the harvest of years are found,
Where only kind deeds and kind words abound.

John Fullerton.

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