But slowly the task grew lighter,
As I cleared the rubbish away,
And the soft brown earth lay open
To the light and warmth of day.
The Master came down at nightfall,
And gave me a smile so sweet,
I knew He was pleased with the service,
Though so rough and incomplete.
For He said, “Dear heart, be patient!
I bring you some seeds to sow
In the soft soil, and you may watch
To see that they thrive and grow.”
So my heart grew light and gladsome,
For the corner dark and wild.
Where I’d wrought in tears and sadness,
In growing loveliness smiled.
I watched and tended my corner,
I gave it most faithful care,
Pruning, training the tender plants
Till they bloomed with fragrance rare.
The Master came to His garden
Again, at set of the sun,
And I ran with joy to meet Him,
For He said, “Dear child, well done!
“For this dark, benighted corner
Was a grievous sight to see.
What you have wrought in toil and pain
Was a blessed work for me.”
Forgotten was all the sorrow,
Forgotten the lonely hours,
As I stood beside the Master
Who smiled upon the flowers.
Sept. 25th, 1883.