But we do not have to go alone In
the past centuries to find ttae sowei
All those who have planted banes
for their fellow men are not to
found alone in the damp, dark cells
a Savonarola or a IIuss. You reine:
ber well a seed planter who nev
wore a monk's cowl. Her face w
wrinkled and her hair was white a
her hands very thin when you last ll
her. Her throne room was the nurse
and the kitchen. Her realm was l
old home of your boyhood. The WOI
at large never thought that stae arnon
ed to uiueta. Stae never taad a lat
harvest. She was always sowing. S
was sowing her life in the heart a
brain of this child and that child a
the otiier child. She had a good s
ond lu her sowing. That other sovi
was tbe husband who stood by 1
side. Indeed, they bsd so little tl
they always lived in a plain house a
dressed in very plain cloth.
