THE twig sprouteth, The moth outeth, The plant springeth, The bird singeth: Tho' little we sing to-day Yet are we better than they; Tho' growing with scarce a showing, Yet, please God, we are growing. The twig teacheth, The moth preacheth, The plant vaunteth, The bird chanteth, God's mercy overflowing, Merciful past man's knowing. Please God to keep us growing Till the awful day of mowing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: PICTURE-WRITING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 33. AL-HALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD SPRING'S IMMORTALITY by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL |