Sowing and Reaping.

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ROUSSEAU.

1. Are we sowing seeds of kindness?
They shall blossom bright ere long;
Are we sowing seeds of discord?
They shall ripen into wrong.
Are we sowing seeds of honor?
The shall bring forth golden grain;
Are we sowing seeds of falsehood?
We shall yet reap bitter pain.

2. We can never be to careful
What the seed our hands shall sow;
Love from love is sure to ripen,
Hate from hate is sure to grow.
Seeds of good or ill we scatter
Heedlessly along our way;
But a glad or grievous fruitage
Waits us at the harvest day.