Joy in the Planting

“What profit,” I asked, “does there lie in this soil? My labour will bear its fruit on a day Far off in the future, when I’m gone away And a stranger will reap from my toil.” “What gain,” I then asked, “in this mortal coil, This limitless cycle of birth and decay, This nothing-new-under-the-sun, andContinue reading “Joy in the Planting”