Poem December 8, 1951 ISSUE

WHITE ALREADY TO HARVEST

(John 4:35)

Florence V. Cutting

"Lift up your eyes," the Master said.With downcast, earth-bound eyesAll they could seeWas immaturity:All they could know—The wheat had yet four months to grow.

Remember how he brake, and fedFive thousand with, five loaves of bread.No summer sun, nor soil, nor rain,Combined to germinate that grainOr ripen it for harvest gain.

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