Well shall it be with the upright man,
Well, ever well;
For the deeds of his mind are like the seed
That grows and ripens for coming need;
Hand's work comes back to the hand, they tell,
Cease to do evil learn to do well—
For that is the heavenly plan.
Light is sown for the righteous man,
Light, heavenly light;
Mists may hang o'er the sproutless fields,
And toil be long ere the good grain yields;
But the harvest brings the sower's reward
In winnowed grain from the hands of his Lord
Who purges all with his fan.
