The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
MOTTO FOR A TREE-PLANTING
Stay as the tree—go as the wind;
Whate'er thy place, serve God and kind!
Whate'er thy place, serve God and kind!
The tree holds commerce with the skies
Tho' from its place it never flies.
Tho' from its place it never flies.
They serve their God; they do not roam,
The stormy winds that have no home.
The stormy winds that have no home.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||