"Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them."
Let me till my vineyard deep
And warm its roots with love,
Whose gentle rays shall far outshine
The sunlight from above.
Let me water with the dew
Of purity each vine,
That only perfect growth shall spring
My garden to entwine.
Let me know the husbandry
That garners good alone,
Where weeds of evil find no place
And dearth is never known.
Let me when some needy one
Shall mark my fruitage well,
Have confidence that each fair plant
A righteous tale shall tell.
