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Life
It is not life upon Thy gifts to live,But still with deeper roots grow fixed in Thee;
And when the sun and shower their bounties give
To send out thick-leaved limbs; a fruitful tree,
Whose green head meets the eye for many a mile,
Where moss-grown trunks their rigid branches rear,
And full-faced fruit their blushing welcome smile
As to its goodly shade our feet draw near;
Who tastes its gifts shall never hunger more,
For 'tis the Father spreads the pure repast,
Who while we eat renews the ready store,
That at his bounteous board must ever last;
For none the bridegroom's supper shall attend,
Who will not hear and make his word their friend.
Poem No. 306; mid-September to mid-December 1838
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