SEED-TIME AND HARVEST

Shine out, Sun, in all your splendor, On this dreary Autumn day— With your warm lips, kiss the cold earth— One I love is on the way To my waiting arms—O kiss it Till the very air shall be Tempered to the breath of Heaven. I would have my loved one see, That the heart of all things pulseth, As in perfect unison, Just as we have felt our hearts beat When the twain seemed heart of one. Night will drop her sable mantle, E’er my loved-one comes, I know; Send out little stars to greet him, ’Fuse them with a wond’rous glow. One is coming, O my Father, In the love of whom I see Thee, the source of all true loving, And through whom I come to Thee— Come to Thee with deep thanksgiving, For Thy more than wond’rous care; O’er the precious seed we planted In the genial springtime fair— “Many seeds fall short of issue.” Yes, my Father, this I know; But we’ve somehow felt and trusted, With our seed, it were not so. We are longing for the fruitage, Hopefully, we trust and pray, Pray with deepest sense of hunger; Father, turn us not away! “Can’st not trust a little longer?” Yes, my Father, long and late— Till the snow falls on the green-sward We can trust, and we can wait.