The Tree
By John Frederick Freeman
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!