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THE BEST OF LIFE
ОглавлениеWinter is here; the tall torn trees
Stand gaunt and still;
Their strong, brown branches bending
White-clad, on every hill—
Bending, laden and earth-ward
Under the will
Of the grey cold sky
To the grave where the best of life
Has fallen to die—
To the grave where their offspring withered and dead,
In-trodden lie.
Stay! Is the best of life the leaf or the tree?
Is it the fruit that is borne, or the life that bears
That God shall see?
Is it the foliage of beautiful deeds
Which pleases His heart,
Or is it the sap of the strength, which bleeds
Life’s grace to impart?
It may be, that looking from heaven above
To the world below,
God values the brown and the bare old branch
With its age of woe
As much, if not more, than the foliage wreaths
Which we treasure so.
