IT IS not life upon thy gifts to live, But to grow fixed with deeper roots in Thee; And when the sun and showers their bounties give To send out thick-leaved limbs; a fruitful tree Whose green head meets the eye for many a mile, Whose spreading, boughs a friendly shelter rear, And full-faced fruits their blushing welcome smile As to its goodly shade our feet draw near. Who tastes its sifts shall never hunger more, For 't is the Father spreads the pure repast, Who, while we eat, renews the ready store, Which at his bounteous board must ever last; And, as the more we to his children lend, The more to us doth of his bounty send. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE GLASSES AND THE BIBLE by ST. CLAIR ADAMS DEAD AUTUMN by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL NEW YEAR'S EVE by MATHILDE BLIND |