Sowing and Reaping (Kingsbury)

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?

They shall bring forth gold­en grain;

Are we sow­ing seeds of false­hood?

We shall yet reap bit­ter pain.

We can nev­er be too care­ful

What the seed our hand shall sow;

Love for love is sure to rip­en

Hate for 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.