O TREE of many branches! One thou hast Thou barest not, but grafted'st on thee. Now, Should all men's thunders break on thee, and leave Thee reft of bough and blossom, that one branch Shall cling to thee, my Father, Brother, Friend, Shall cling to thee, until the end of end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS A WHITE ROSE by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB by CARL SANDBURG THE HEART OF THE SOURDOUGH by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |