Behold the tree, the lordly tree, That fronts the four winds of the storm, A fearless and defiant form That mocks wild winter merrily! Behold the beauteous, budding tree With censers swinging in the air, With arms in attitude of prayer, With myriad leaves, and every leaf A miracle of color, mold, More gorgeous than a house of gold! Each leaf a poem of God's plan, Each leaf as from His book of old To build, to bastion man's belief: Man's love of God, man's love of man. Aye, love His trees, leaf, trunk, or root, The comely, stately, upright grace That greets God's rain with lifted face; The great, white beauteous, highborn rain That rides as white sails ride the main, That wraps alike leaf, trunk or shoot, When sudden thunder lights his torch And strides high Heaven's ample porch. Aye, love God's tree, leaf, branch and root. For God set first the pleasant tree; The "good for food" came tardily. The poor, blind hog knows but the fruit, And wallows in his fat and dies, A hog, up to his very eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEDANTIC LITERALIST by MARIANNE MOORE ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL FRIENDSHIP'S MYSTERY, TO MY DEAREST LUCASIA by KATHERINE PHILIPS UNCLE ANANIAS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 62. AL-MUMIT by EDWIN ARNOLD THE WET MONTH by HENRY BATAILLE |