THE REWARD.
Reading edition
From green to gold
The year grows old,
With beautiful increase;
The seasons wane
To ripened grain
And Nature’s deepest peace.
The same sure plan
Is thine, O man!
Alike for sod and soul,
The law of love,—
Enthroned above—
That guides thee to thy goal.
Have faith in God:—
Who gives the clod
Its meed of fruit or flower,
Shall crown thy cares,
Thy tears, thy prayers,
With an immortal dower.
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