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Robert Laurence Binyon - Sowing SeedRobert Laurence Binyon - Sowing Seed
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As my hand dropt a seed In the dibbled mould And my mind hurried onward To picture the miracle June should unfold, On a sudden before me Hanging its head, With black petals Rotting and tainted, Stood a flower, dead; As if all the world`s hope Were rotting there, A thing to weep for, Ripe for burial, Veined with despair. Yet I cannot prevent My ignorant heart From trust that is deeper Than fear can fathom Or hope desert. The small twy--bladed Shoot will thrust To brave all hazards. The seed is sown And in Earth I trust.
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