He who plants a tree Plants a hope. Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope; Leaves unfold into horizons free. So man's life must climb From the clods of time Unto heavens sublime. Canst thou prophesy, thou little tree, What the glory of thy boughs shall be? He who plants a tree Plants a joy; Plants a comfort that will never cloy; Every day a fresh reality, Beautiful and strong, To whose shelter throng Creatures blithe wih song. If thou couldst but know, thou happy tree, Of the bliss that shall inhabit thee! He who plants a tree, -- He plants peace. Under its green curtains jargons cease. Leaf and zephyr murmur soothingly; Shadows soft with sleep Down tired eyelids creep, Balm of slumber deep. Never has thou dreamed, thou blessed tree, Of the benediction thou shalt be. He who plants a tree, -- He plants youth; Vigor won for centuries in sooth; Life of time, that hints eternity! Boughs their strength uprear: New shoots, every year, On old growths appear; Thou shalt teach the ages, sturdy tree, Youth of soul is immortality. He who plants a tree, -- He plants love, Tents of coolness spreading out above Wayfarers he may not live to see. Gifts that grow are best; Hands that bless are blest; Plant! life does the rest! Heaven and earth help him who plants a tree, And his work its own reward shall be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADEIRA FROM THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE FIREFLY; A SONG by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN EXPOSTULATION WITH LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE SPINNER by CLARA DOTY BATES THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: FAILURE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |