ANGELS' SONGS FROM THE GOLDEN CITY OF THE BLESSED
Edythe Morahan-de Lauzon

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Sowing wild oats
From day to day,
Sowing along
Life's Great Broad Way;
Recklessly sowing,
Carelessly sowing
Never a thought
Of what God will say.
Sowing wild oats,
Ruining each fair soul,
Down to destruction
The one they cajole;
Selfishly sowing,
Heartlessly sowing
But marked are the Oats
On God's Great Scroll!
Sowing wild oats.
They laugh and they say,
" Youth must sow its oats.
There's nothing to pay!"
Thoughtlessly scoflSng,
Carelessly ruining
The lives and the hope
Of the souls led astray.
Sowing wild oats
For their pleasure alone,
Never a care
For the ones made moan;
Recklessly drinking,
Thoughtlessly swearing
Thinking not they'll
Reap what they've sown!
And the numbers who sowed
Their oats for a day.
Found their pleasures faded
And wasted away;
Mournfully sighing,
Sadly repining
As Conscience asks,
"Soul, does it pay?"
For God always sees
The wild oats sown.
And says,
" Not a life.
Was yours to own!
Ye gaily sowed,
Ye carelessly sowed
And the souls ye ruined,
Cry for vengeance alone!"
And the lives led astray
Through all the years,
Shall stand and accuse you
Before God who hears
" Lord ! here is the Sower
Of our wild oats
The Tempter the Cause
Of our bitter tears!"