<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bringing Our Sheaves with Us</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time for toil is past, and night has come,--<br> The last and saddest of the harvest-eves;<br> Worn out with labor long and wearisome,<br> Drooping and faint, the reapers hasten home,<br> Each laden with his sheaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Last of the laborers thy feet I gain,<br> Lord of the harvest! and my spirit grieves<br> That I am burdened not so much with grain<br> As with a heaviness of heart and brain;--<br> Master, behold my sheaves!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Few, light, and worthless,--yet their trifling weight<br> Through all my frame a weary aching leaves;<br> For long I struggled with my hapless fate,<br> And staid and toiled till it was dark and late,--<br> Yet these are all my sheaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Full well I know I have more tares than wheat,--<br> Brambles and flowers, dry stalks, and withered leaves<br> Wherefore I blush and weep, as at thy feet<br> I kneel down reverently, and repeat,<br> "Master, behold my sheaves!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I know these blossoms, clustering heavily<br> With evening dew upon their folded leaves,<br> Can claim no value nor utility,--<br> Therefore shall fragrancy and beauty be<br> The glory of my sheaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So do I gather strength and hope anew;<br> For well I know thy patient love perceives<br> Not what I did, but what I strove to do,--<br> And though the full, ripe ears be sadly few,<br> Thou wilt accept my sheaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Chase+Allen">Elizabeth Chase Allen</a> from <i>The Atlantic Monthly, vol. 2</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37544" data-title="Bringing Our Sheaves with Us de Elizabeth Chase Allen" data-description="The time for toil is past, and night has come,--/ The last and saddest of the harvest-eves;/ Worn out with labor long and wearisome,/ Drooping and faint, the reapers hasten home,/ Each laden with his sheaves./ Last of the laborers thy feet I gain..."></div> </div> </div>

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