Poem August 22, 1901 Issue

"The Harvest truly is Plenteous"

BY MRS. FRANCES H. COIT

"The harvest truly is plenteous,
But the laborers are few;"
The work is ready and waiting,
Waiting for me and for you.

Then come in the early morning,
While the dew is on the flowers;
Come with joy and gladness,
And improve the golden hours.

Far away on the distant meadows,
White fields of ripened grain
Await in expectant beauty,
The reapers' joyous train.

Let us heed the Master's bidding:
"Go work in my vineyard to-day;"
For we have his precious promise,
"Lo, I am with you alway."

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