Waking in May, the peach-tree thought:
"Idle and bare, and weaving naught!
Here have I slept the winter through—
I, with my Master's work to do!"
Started the buds. The blossoms came,
Till all the branches were a-flame.
She rocked the birds and wove the green,
A busy tree as ever was seen.
Busy and blithe, she drank the dew,
She caught the sunbeams gliding through,
She drew her wealth from sky and soil,
And rustled gayly in her toil.
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Now, see the peach-tree's drooping head,
With all her fruit a-blushing red;
Knowing her Master's work is done,
She meekly resteth in the sun.
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RESOLUTION.
If you've any task to do,
Let me whisper, friend, to you,
Do it.
If you've any thing to say,
True and needed, yea or nay,
Say it.
If you've any thing to love,
As a blessing from above,
Love it.
If you've any thing to give,
That another's joy may live,
Give it.
If some hollow creed you doubt,
Though the whole world hoot and shout,
Doubt it.
If you know what torch to light,
Guiding others through the night,
Light it.
If you've any debt to pay,
Rest you neither night nor day—
Pay it.
If you've any joy to hold,
Next your heart, lest it grow cold,
Hold it.
If you've any grief to meet,
At the loving Father's feet,
Meet it.
If you're given light to see
What a child of God should be,
See it.
Whether life be bright or drear,
There's a message, sweet and clear,
Whispered down to every ear—
Hear it!
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