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Prayers are the seeds we saw in tears or gladness,
We go forth weeping, bearing precious seed;
But when we see the sheaves that we have planted,
We gaze in wonder on the heavenly mead.
These shacks, these faceless flowers, are given indeed;
They are the harvests of our earthly sadness,
The stars, the rain, the suns beside us plead.
Our prayers are answered, though they seem not granted,
And Love gives larger than our utmost need.
We go forth weeping, bearing precious seed;
But when we see the sheaves that we have planted,
We gaze in wonder on the heavenly mead.
These shacks, these faceless flowers, are given indeed;
They are the harvests of our earthly sadness,
The stars, the rain, the suns beside us plead.
Our prayers are answered, though they seem not granted,
And Love gives larger than our utmost need.