Listen to:
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
Pruning for fruit the pleasant twigs and leaves.
Tend thou thy cornfield: one day thou shalt reap
In joy thy ripened sheaves.
Or if thine be an orchard, graft and prop 5
Food-bearing trees each watered in its place:
Or if a garden, let it yield for crop
Sweet herbs and herb of grace.—
But if my lot be sand where nothing grows?—
Nay, who hath said it? Tune a thankful psalm: 10
For tho’ thy desert bloom not as the rose,
It yet can rear thy palm.
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