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Sometimes, when I am toil-worn and aweary, / All tired out, with working long, and well, / And earth is dark, and skies above are dreary, / And heart and soul are all too sick to tell, / These words have come to me, like angel fingers, / Pressing the spirit eyelids down in sleep. / "Oh, let us not be weary in well doing, / For in due season, we shall surely reap."
Oh, blessed promise! when I seem to hear it, / Whispered by angel voices on the air, / It breathes new life, and courage to my spirit, / And gives me strength to suffer and forbear. / And I can wait most patiently for harvest, / And cast my seeds, nor ever faint, nor weep, / If I know surely, that my work availeth, / And in God's season, I at last shall reap.