5.
“Every one that is perfect shall be as his Master.”
Each branch that is disclosed as it expands
Sets forth the Cross, each tendril that anew
Is found thereon still hastes to bring to view
Another and another; as it stands,
Each shows the Cross with its outstretching hands,
Which seize their branching hold, celestial dew
Imbibing, and the soft ethereal blue;
Such is the Vine of Salem in all lands.
Each day, that hath in Christ its better birth,
Must bear its Cross; without that destined load
'Tis a day lost on the once traversed road
To that eternity which springs from time;
It hath no tendrils that may upward climb
Into the infinite, but falls to earth.
