Are we sow­ing seeds of kind­ness?
They shall blos­som bright ere long;
Are we sow­ing seeds of dis­cord?
They shall rip­en into wrong.
Are we sow­ing seeds of hon­or?
They shall bring forth gold­en grain;
Are we sow­ing seeds of false­hood?
We shall yet reap bit­ter pain.

We can ne­ver be too care­ful,
What the seed our hand shall sow;
Love for love is sure to rip­en,
Hate for hate is sure to grow.
Seeds of good or ill we scat­ter,
Heedlessly along our way;
But a glad or griev­ous fruit­age,
Waits us at the har­vest day.