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kill The tree God plants; It bloweth east, it bloweth west, The tender leaves have little rest, But any wind that blows is best; The tree God plants Strikes deeper root, grows higher still, Spreads wider boughs, for God's good will Meets all its wants. There is no frost hath power to blight The tree God shields; The roots are warm beneath soft snows, And when Spring comes it surely knows, And every bud to blossom grows. The tree God shields Grows on apace by day and night, Till sweet to taste and fair to sight Its fruit it yields. There is no storm hath power to blast The tree God knows; No thunderbolt, nor beating rain, Nor lightning flash, nor hurricane-- When they are spent it doth remain. The tree God knows Through every tempest standeth fast, And from its first day to its last Still fairer grows. If in the soul's still garden-place A seed God sows-- A little seed--it soon will grow, And far and near all men will know For heavenly lands he bids it blow. A seed God sows, And up it springs by day and night; Through life, through death, it groweth right; Forever grows. --Lillian E. Barr. GOD'S WILL Take thine own way with me, dear Lord, Thou canst not otherwise than bless. I launch me forth upon a sea Of boundless love and tenderness. I could not choose a larger bliss Than to be wholly thine; and mine A will whose highest joy is this, To ceaselessly unclasp in thine. I will not fear thee, O my God! The days to come can only bring Their perfect sequences of love, Thy larger, deeper comforting. Within the shadow of this love, Loss doth transmute itself to gain; Faith veils earth's sorrow in its light, And straightway lives above her pain. We are not losers thus; we share The perfect gladness of the Son, Not conquered--for, behold, we reign; Conquered and Conqueror are one. Thy wonderful, grand will, my God, Triumphantly I make it mine; And faith shall breathe her glad "Amen" To every dear command of thine. Beneath the splendor of thy choice, Thy perfect choice for me, I rest; Outside it now I dare not live, Within it
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