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The law of the harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit; sow a habit, and you reap a character; sow a character, and you reap a destiny.
— Harvest
The law of the harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit; sow a habit, and you reap a character; sow a character, and you reap a destiny.
Holy Enten … made appear radiant as a beautiful maiden. The harvest, the great festival of Enlil, rose heavenward.
Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.
To glean the broken ears after the manThat the main harvest reaps.
Art is recuperation of a harvest already at hand.
He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.
In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand.
The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few; Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest.
The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest. Go your ways: behold, I send you forth as lambs among wolves. Carry neither purse, nor scrip, nor shoes: and salute no man by the way. And into whatsoever house ye enter, first say, Peace be to this house. And if the son of peace be there, your peace shall rest upon it: if not, it shall turn to you again.
I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle. And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.
Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home,Unite their charms to cheer the hours away.
Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green,At the true harvest can but glean.
And thus of all my harvest-hope I haveNought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
Think, oh, grateful think!And ask their humble dole.
Fancy with prophetic glanceThe Harvest wave, the vintage flow.
