MY FIELD | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 21, 1875

MY FIELD.

The night had come; the moonlight whitely lay Athwart the field where I had sowed all day Seed I should ne’er behold Waving its harvest gold.

Naught even showed that seed was hidden there; In pallid light lay furrows long and bare; No blade, no leaf was seen Signing its promise green.

And on the shore the little shallop lay Which in the morn must bear me far away Where I might never know Whether the seed did grow.

And if I wept, ’twas none but God could see How much the hope of harvest was to me. He sent his angel down My trembling trust to crown.

His gentle angel led me by the hand Until we stood upon the bare, sown land, And then he turned and smiled, With eyes serene and mild.

“Behold,” he said, “to still thy human fear, In one short hour will God unfold the ear.” And as he spoke the word The barren clods were stirred,

And tiny blades crept out into the light, And grew, and grew, before my wondering sight, And then the ears were seen, Long-bearded, full and green.

And while I watched the waving grain, behold The heads bent down with weight of ripened gold! The angel said, “The Lord Shall give thee this reward.

“Fear not to get thee hence across the sea, In harvest time I’ll bind thy sheaves for thee. Thy field may ripen late; Fear not, but trust and wait.”