The Sower

EUGENIA M. FOSBERY

I planted once a seed and went my way.
Time passed; the cheerful sun shone down,
The rain did play upon the fallow ground.
I traveled far, and when again one day
I thither came, lo, there a tree I found
With leaves adance, and in the branches light
That clasped the sky the singing birds did sway.

I planted once a seed of truth, and went my way
With eyes agaze upon the glory of the sky.
I tarried not, but fervently within my heart,
"O Lord of Life, give Thou the increase," did I pray—
I knew not how the seed above the soil would start,
Or when 'twould grow into a tree with fruit on bough
To gladden all the wanderers who passed that way.

In after years with joyous smile one greeted me;
"The truth that thou didst voice," he cried, "hath
made me free!"

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