A few years ago, my Father had bought an anthology of poems titled: Flowers from many gardens. He told me that when he saw this book, he thought of me. The corners of the black faux leather cover of this book are torn and on the inside cover a penned message reads: “With Love from Ida – 3.5.19”. The first publication of this book was in September 1910 by Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Co. Ltd; London. The pages of this book are golden brown authenticating the time that has passed and as I turned each page I could not believe that I was holding an anthology of poems that was published over 100 years ago.
“While men cultivate flowers below, God cultivates flowers above; He takes charge for the pastures of heaven. Is not the rainbow a faint vision of God’s face?” – H.D Thoreau
Here is a poem from the anthology Flowers from many gardens. Enjoy!
SOWING AND REAPING by J. C. Yule
Our field is the world! Let us forth to the sowing;
O’er valley and mountain, o’er desert and plain;
Beside the still waters thro’ cool meadows flowing,
O’er regions unblest by the dew and the rain.
Let us scatter the seed, tho’ in sorrow and weeping,
Tho’ fields should be verdureless, wintry and bare;
The Lord of the harvest hath still in His keeping,
Each see as it falls, and will guard it with care.
Then each for his reaping, and each for his mourning,
Shall sometime rejoice when the harvest is won,
And know, in the flush of eternity’s morning,
The toil, the reward and the glory are one!