THE EVER-PRESENT HARVEST

Why speak this way: four months to growTill ripened heads of grain will show?Look up, discern the present fieldNow white with Truth's unending yield.Love's infant seeds, to sense obscured,Bring healing harvests now matured.

Amelia S. Wadsworth

July 26, 1952
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