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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339787" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seed-Time and Harvest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys<br>thereof; thou makest it soft with the drops of rain, and blessest the increase<br>of it.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fret not thyself so sorely, heart of mine,<br>For that the pain hath roughly broke thy rest,—<br>That thy wild flowers lie dead upon thy breast,<br>Whereon the cloud-veiled sun hath ceased to shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fret not that thou art seam'd and scarr'd and torn;<br>That clods are piled where tinted vetches were;<br>That long worms crawl to light, and brown rifts, bare<br>Of green and tender grasses, widely yawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God's hand is on the plough—so be thou still.<br>Thou canst not see Him, for thine eyes are dim;<br>But wait in patience, put thy trust in Him;<br>Give thanks for love, and leave thee to His will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! in due time the lowering clouds shall rain<br>Soft drops on my parch'd furrows; I shall sow<br>In tears and prayers, and green corn-blades will grow;<br>I shall not wish the wild flowers back again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall be glad that I did work and weep—<br>Be glad, O God! my slumbering soul did wake—<br>Be glad my stubborn heart did heave and break<br>Beneath the plough—when angels come to reap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be glad, O Father! that my land was till'd<br>And sown and water'd, in the harvest-day<br>When Thou wilt cast the weeds and tares away,<br>And when with ripen'd fruit Thy barns are fill'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Keep me my faith, I pray. I cannot see,<br>And fear to intermeddle with Thy work.<br>Oh, though I wince and fret, I would not shirk<br>The discipline that is so good for me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know that Thou wilt make my grief to cease,<br>Wilt send the cool, soft drops of healing rain,<br>And make my scarred heart green with springing grain,<br>That after patient waiting cometh peace;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That after beautiful labour I shall rest,<br>And after weeping have my fill of joy.<br>Thou breakest down to build up, not destroy;<br>Thou doest right, O Lord! Thou knowest best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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