| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | I will open My Mouth in a Parable | | Arthur Middlemore Morgan |
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THE TOIL-WORN peasant in the early year | |
| Casting the seed on good and evil soil; | |
| The diver hastening homeward with sea-spoil, | |
| The sea’s lament for pearls within his ear; | |
| The fisher toiling nightly on the mere; | 5 |
| The budding fig fore-speaking summer’s glow; | |
| The harvest moon which o’er the sheaves hangs clear; | |
| The autumn winds which where they list do blow; | |
| Ye gentle friends who list the rhymer’s rhyming, | |
| Pure be your hearts to read the Preacher’s scroll; | 10 |
| In earth’s wild bells there chimes an under chiming, | |
| The things of nature witness nature’s soul, | |
| Long years, like Adam, cold and mute they lay, | |
| But now, Love teaching, breathes and speaks the clay. | | | | |
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