The tree God plants

The wind that blows can never kill
      The tree God plants;
It blows toward east, and then toward west,
The tender leaves have little rest,
But any wind that blows is best.
      The tree that God plants
Strikes deeper root, grows higher still,
Spreads greater limbs, for God's good-will
      Meets all its wants.

 There is no storm has power to blast
      The tree God knows;
No thunderbolt, nor beating rain,
Nor lightning flash, nor hurricane;
When they are spent, it does remain,
      The tree God knows,
Through every storm it still stands fast,
And from its first day to its last
      Still fairer grows.


                                                       -Selected