Scattering seed by the wayside,
The germs of Truth I'll sow,
Knowing there 's none beside Him,
Who can the Word o'erthrow.
For the glory we hope to win,
Our labor we count no loss,—
Never pause and murmur because
Of the river we have to cross.
Poems
THE SOWER
From the October 1888 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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