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From the March 1903 issue of The Christian Science Journal

Good wheat I sowed in the field, And labored under the sun; But after the toil was done My senses by sleep were sealed, In the long, long wait for the yield. Unburdened by honest cares, An enemy, ever awake His uncaused hate to slake, Scattered his bag of tares On the earth late turned by the shares.