Living
In Due Season
From In Flanders Fields and Other Poems (1919)
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."
Codex Note
A worker asks if his thin furrows in stony soil will count for nothing if only one poor gleaner picks up a sheaf. The answer: 'the harvest rests with Him alone'.
Cite this poem
MLA
McCrae, John. “In Due Season.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/mccrae/21/.
Chicago
McCrae, John. “In Due Season.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/mccrae/21/.
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