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I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded
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I hoed and trenched and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.
So up and down I sow them
For lads like me to find,
When I shall lie below them,
A dead man out of mind.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower,
The solitary stars,
And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And luckless lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
Alfred Edward Housman
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Nam Hultslander
(9/27/2006 7:20:00 PM) |
i think this could be metaphorical for when the Bible is talking about planting and sowing the seed of his word. Someday he will die but the work that he has done for the Lord will live on and other people will be blessed for it.
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