Meadow, N D
March 7, 1901
Johanna Kongslie
We must not hope to be mowers
And to gather the ripe golden ears
Unless we have first been the sowers
And watered the flowers with tears.
It is not just as we take it
This wonderful world of ours
Life's field will yield as we make it
A harvest of thorns or of flowers.
Yours truly
Thorvald Kongslie
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