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...DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |