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 and 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.
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 and 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.
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