Classic Poem

The plant it springs it rears its drooping head
Strengthened with every shower that falls from heaven
See quickly at their touch its branches spread
And soon twill bless with flowers look they are given
The promised blessing cannot be delayed
But fast will follow every good intent
Tis not in vain thy mourning spirit prayed
Behold the rich reward in answer sent
Peace from the Father joy a full increase
For all thou sowed in sorrow in the earth
Thy joy shall bud and bloom thy new found peace
Grow with each day. Thine is the promised birth
Of all that dies it shall be raised again
See that thou sowest thick the springing grain.