Classic Poem

See, the morn is bright'ning,
In the eastern sky;
Up! for work make ready,
Lie not idly by;
Hasten to the grain-fields,
With your precious seed;
Many willing workmen,
Yet the Lord will need.
Sow the seeds of kindness
In your neighbor's heart;
You will soon with gladness
See the plantlets start;
If the soil is stony,
Never fear to sow;
Some rift may be open,
Where the stalk may grow.
Sow along the highway,
Strangers may be there;
You may make them better
By a gift or prayer;
Sow beneath the noon-tide,
While your strength is giv'n,
Sow till life is ended,
You will reap in heav'n.

'Tis . . . . the time for sowing
Seeds . . . . of precious worth; . . . .
Scatter them like sunshine
Over all the earth
'Tis . . . . the time for sowing
Seeds … of precious worth, …
Scatter them like sunshine,
Over all the earth.
'Tis . . . . the time for sowing
Seeds … of precious worth, . . . .
Scatter them like sunshine,
Over all the earth…
'Tis the time for sowing
Seeds of precious worth,
'Tis the time for sowing
Seeds of precious worth,
Scatter them like sunshine,
Over all the earth,
Scatter them like sun-shine,
Over all the earth.