Sow with a generous hand;
pause not for toil or pain;
weary not through the heat of summer,
weary not through the cold spring rain;
But wait till the autumn comes
for the sheaves of golden grain.
Sow, while the seeds are lying
in the warm earth's bosom deep;
and your warm tears fall upon it,
they will stir in their quiet sleep;
And the green blades rise the quicker,
perchance for the tears you weep.
Then sow, for the hours are fleeting
and the seed must fall today;
And care not what hands shall reap it
or if you have passed away
before the wavering cornfields
shall gladden the sunny day.
Sow, and look onward, upward,
while the starry light appears,
Where in spite of the coward's doubting
or your own heart's trembling fears,
you shall reap in joy the harvest
you have sown today in tears.
(from In Love With The Divine Outcast, compiled by A Religious, Pelligrini, Australia, 1934, pp. 170-171)
Painting: Fendi der saemann