| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | The Sower | | By Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts (1860–1943) |
| | | A BROWN sad-coloured hill-side, where the soil, | |
| Fresh from the frequent harrow, deep and fine, | |
| Lies bare; no break in the remote sky-line, | |
| Save where a flock of pigeons streams aloft, | |
| Startled from feed in some low-lying croft, | 5 |
| Or far-off spires with yellow of sunset shine; | |
| And here the Sower, unwittingly divine, | |
| Exerts the silent forethought of his toil. | |
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| Alone he treads the glebe, his measured stride | |
| Dumb in the yielding soil; and though small joy | 10 |
| Dwell in his heavy face, as spreads the blind | |
| Pale grain from his dispensing palm aside, | |
| This plodding churl grows great in his employ;— | |
| Godlike, he makes provision for mankind. | | | | |
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