Sowing and Reaping.

HE that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing still the precious seed, Never tiring, never sleeping, All his labor shall succeed. When shall fall the rain of heaven, And the sun of mercy shine; Precious fruits will then be given, Through an influence all divine.

Sow thy seed, be never weary, Let no fears thy mind employ; Be the prospect e'er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy.

Lo, the scene of verdure brightening, See the rising grain appear; Look again! the fields are whitening; Sure the harvest time is near.