In Flanders Fields and Other Poems/In Due Season

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In Due Season  (1897) 
John McCrae
The Westminster

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."