Poem June 11, 1960 Issue

REAPING

Frances Motley Pray

A reaper of earth's grain
Is halted by the dark,
By clock or weather vane.
Earth's harvest may be lost
By wind of hurricane.

A reaper on Mind's height
Moves through unshadowed realms
With undiminished sight.
No storm cloud ever hinders
His harvest of delight.

Frances Motley Pray

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