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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Harvests</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Other harvests there are than those that lie<br>Glowing and ripe ’neath an autumn sky,<br>Awaiting the sickle keen,<br>Harvests more precious than golden grain,<br>Waving o’er hillside, valley or plain,<br>Than fruits ’mid their leafy screen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not alone for the preacher, man of God,<br>Do those harvests vast enrich the sod,<br>For all may the sickle wield;<br>The first in proud ambition’s race,<br>The last in talent, power or place,<br>Will all find work in that field. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man toiling, lab’ring with fevered strain,<br>High office or golden prize to gain,<br>Rest both weary heart and head,<br>And think, when thou’lt shudder in death’s cold clasp,<br>How earthly things will elude thy grasp,<br>At that harvest work instead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady, with queenly form and brow,<br>Gems decking thy neck and arms of snow,<br>Who need only smile to win;<br>’Mid thy guests, perchance the gay, the grave,<br>Is one whom a warning word might save<br>From folly, sorrow or sin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let that word be said, thine eyes so bright<br>Will glow with holier, softer light<br>For the good that thou hast done;<br>And a time will come when thou wilt reap<br>From that simple act more pleasure deep<br>Than from flatt’ring conquests won. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young girl in thy bright youth’s blushing dawn,<br>Graceful and joyous as sportive fawn,<br>There is work for thee to do,<br>And higher aims than to flirt and smile,<br>And practise each gay, coquettish wile,<br>Admiring glances to woo. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! the world is full of grief and care,<br>Sad, breaking hearts are every where,<br>And thou can’st give relief;<br>Alms to the needy—soft word of hope<br>That a brighter view may chance to ope<br>To mourners bowed by grief. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That gauzy tissue yon bud or flower<br>That tempt thee at the present hour,<br>To be worn, then cast aside,<br>Bethink thee, their price might comfort bring,<br>Fuel or food to the famishing<br>And help to the sorely tried. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such harvest fruits are most precious and rare,<br>Worthy all toil and patient care,<br>Think of the promised reward!<br>Not earthly gains that will pass away<br>Like morning mist or bright sunset ray,<br>But Christ Himself, our Lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Glowing and ripe ’neath an autumn sky,
Awaiting the sickle keen,
Harvests more precious than golden grain,
Waving o’er hillside, valley or plain,
Than fruits ’mid their leafy screen. 

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