[Written for the Sentinel]

Recompense

One comes, a tiller of the soil is he,And finds a heart o'ergrown with weeds;His words plow deep and reach that troubled heartFor those who follow with the seeds.

Another comes, and he is sowing seedWith songs or sympathizing tears;And in the thought the other has prepared,Ere long a tiny blade appears.

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