In Flanders Fields and Other Poems/In Due Season

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In Due Season  (1897)  by John McCrae

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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."