Sowing
By Colfax Burgoyne Harman
The swain who sows,
When cold wind blows,
May gather golden grain;
But who delays,
Till summer days,
His sowing reaps in vain.
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The swain who sows,
When cold wind blows,
May gather golden grain;
But who delays,
Till summer days,
His sowing reaps in vain.
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