In Due Season Poem by John McCrae

In Due Season

Rating: 3.6


If night should come and find me at my toil,
When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought,
And shallow furrows, cleft in stony soil
Were all my labour: Shall I count it naught

If only one poor gleaner, weak of hand,
Shall pick a scanty sheaf where I have sown?
"Nay, for of thee the Master doth demand
Thy work: the harvest rests with Him alone."

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 20 April 2022

Brilliant lines nicely put together.........

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Sylvia Frances Chan 18 April 2022

I cite the two last lines here: 'Nay, for of thee the Master doth demand Thy work: the harvest rests with Him alone.' Indeed so true. Lovely poem about our belief in God.5 Stars full Score. Congratulations on The Classic Poem Of The Day

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Brian Jani 13 May 2014

John good one here

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John McCrae

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