Men plow and sow while moves the sun
Away, away from work begun;
Ofttimes they've heard “Seedtime and harvest
Are sure” — the word of the Sovereign One.
We link our deeds with law supreme,
In field and flood, in wood and stream;
We test Omnipotence by labor,
And reap rewards of no idle dream.
Obedience is the astringent wine
That's quaffed by strenuous souls and fine,
Of cloudy doubt the heavenly solvent,
The Christ's elixir of life divine.