Ilocano 224 STOCKWELL 8.7.8.7. |
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WORK AND DUTY |
He that goeth forth with weeping,
Bearing precious seed in love. Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above.
Soft descend the dews of heaven,
Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given, Through an influence all divine.
Sow the seed, be never weary;
Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne'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, For the harvest time is near.
He that goeth forth with weeping, |
T. Hastings (1784-1872) | D. E. Jones, 1847 |