Planted by the Master's hand Steadfast in thy place to stand, While the ever-changing year Clothes or strips thy branches bare; Lending not a leaf to hold Warmth against the winter's cold; Lightening not a limb the less For the summer's sultriness; Nay, thy burden heavier made, That within thy bending shade Thankless multitudes, oppressed, There may lay them down and rest. Soul, upon thy Calvary Wait; the Christ will come to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE A SHEPHERD'S DREAM by NICHOLAS BRETON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 32 by THOMAS CAMPION |