JLC (8 May 1851 – 18 January 1910 / Glasgow, Scotland)

Seeds

The seeds I sowed -
For week unseen -
Have pushed up pygmy
Shoots of green;
So frail you'd think
The tiniest stone
Would never let
A glimpse be shown.
But no; a pebble
Near them lies,
At least a cherry-stone
In size,
Which that mere sprout
Has heaved away,
To bask in sunshine,
See the Day.

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I too learnt this poem in high school in the middle fifties. Furthermore we sang it in the all girl school choir and I have long remembered being thrilled by the harmonies. I wonder if it was ever recorded.
I too learnt this poem, in high school in the middle fifties. Furthermore we sang it in the school choir and I remember being moved and thrilled by the harmonies. I wonder if it has ever been recorded.
This is a poem Iearned by heart in grade 6 in 1952 when I arrived in Australia from Scotland. I still love it.
Beautiful word picture and so true
After thr works of Henry Clarence Kendall, specially 'Bellbirds', this would be my favourite piece of Australian verse. The lyrical flow is almost music to the ear.