Poems New and Old

The Tree

  Oh, like a tree
Let me grow up to Thee!
  And like a Tree
Send down my roots to Thee.

  Let my leaves stir
In each sigh of the air,
  My branches be
Lively and glad in Thee;

  Each leaf a prayer,
And green fire everywhere...
  And all from Thee
The sap within the Tree.

  And let Thy rain
Fall—or as joy or pain
  So that I be
Yet unforgot of Thee.

  Then shall I sing
The new song of Thy Spring,
  Every leaf of me
Whispering Love in Thee!