Our Field Is The World Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACAC ADADEBEB DFDFDGDG DHDHDIDI| Our field is the world let us forth to the sowing | A |
| O'er valley and mountain o'er desert and plain | B |
| Beside the still waters through cool meadows flowing | A |
| O'er regions unblest by the dew and the rain | B |
| Let us scatter the seed though in sorrow and weeping | A |
| Though fields should be verdureless wintry and bare | C |
| The Lord of the harvest hath still in His keeping | A |
| Each seed as it falls and will guard it with care | C |
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| Our field is the world let us forth to the reaping | A |
| The long day is waning the eve draweth nigh | D |
| Faint omens of storm up the heavens are creeping | A |
| And the sigh of the tempest is heard in the sky | D |
| The work hour is brief but the rest is forever | E |
| Then stay not for weariness languor or pain | B |
| But forth to the harvest with earnest endeavor | E |
| And gather with gladness the sheaves that remain | B |
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| Our field is the world let us forth to the gleaning | D |
| The stores may be small that our labors reward | F |
| Yet One from the height of His glory is leaning | D |
| Attent to behold what we do for the Lord | F |
| Where haply some reaper has passed on with singing | D |
| O'erladen with sheaves for the garner above | G |
| May yet be some handfuls that wait for our bringing | D |
| To crown with completeness the stores of His love | G |
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| Our field is the world whether sowing or reaping | D |
| Or gleaning the handfuls that others have passed | H |
| Or waiting the growth of the seed that with weeping | D |
| On rocky and desolate plains we have cast | H |
| Yet each for his toiling and each for his mourning | D |
| Shall sometime rejoice when the harvest is done | I |
| And know in the flush of Eternity's morning | D |
| That the toil the reward and the glory are one | I |
Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)
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