John McCrae

(30 November 1872 – 28 January 1918 / Guelph, Ontario)

In Due Season


If night should come and find me at my toil,
When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought,
And shallow furrows, cleft in stony soil
Were all my labour: Shall I count it naught

If only one poor gleaner, weak of hand,
Shall pick a scanty sheaf where I have sown?
"Nay, for of thee the Master doth demand
Thy work: the harvest rests with Him alone."

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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