As We Sow We Shall Reap
As we go about the toils of life, As we witness each day, it's burdens and strife, Thinking not of days of the future or past, Knowing not where in life our lots may be cast,—
'Tis then in life's broad and fertile field, In tho'tlessness to fate we yield; Not deeming it wise our tho'ts to cast On any works or deeds of the past.
Still tho'tlessly we struggle along Amid Life's great and fearless throng; Thro' darkened caves, o'er rugged steeps, Thinking not that as we sow we reap.