Every call to a hard or costly duty is a seed. It lies in our hand – what shall we do with it? Shall we keep our little ease, our piece of money, our pleasure, our quiet hour? Or shall we let it fall into the ground? Someone puts it thus: “I was given a seed to keep as mine. When I most loved it, I was bidden to bury it in the ground; I buried it, not knowing that I was sowing.” We know what comes from sowing, – the seed springs up into a plant, beautiful, fragrant; or into grain that waves in a golden harvest; or into a tree, on which grow luscious fruits.