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CANADIAN SINGERS AND THEIR SONGS The Wheat's Reward.

Out of the ground I rose; the seed seemed dead, But lo! a slim green arm pushed through the sod, And by and by before my maker, God, I stood full ripe. A voice cried: "Give us bread." The wind of God went by; I bowed my head, And one approached who held a curved knife, And for the life of men he took my life, And ever since by me are millions fed.


 * And then God spake these words: "O blessed weed,

The lowly sister of the lily proud, Be thou my chosen messenger to shroud The mystery of my Son, the Woman's Seed. Thou dreadest not the sacrificial knife: Be thou to dying men the Bread of Life.

John Reade. 117