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Behold the sower, with his hands spread wide, Goes forth to scatter precious seed that died, Buried in earth and clay; Lost to the gaze and to the memory gone, There, there it lies all undisturbed, alone. "Waiting the coming day. Sleep on in peace, ye slumbering seeds of truth, Gathered and fixed in days of buoyant youth, Embedded in. the mind: The day of hope and signs of life appear • And soph the blade, then the full corn in ear, Shall wave before the wind. . . . •-John Thurman, in ‘ Some Products of an Open Mind.’
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Evening Star, Issue 21630, 27 January 1934, Page 19
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96SOWER Evening Star, Issue 21630, 27 January 1934, Page 19
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