For those who worship Thee there is no death, <br />For all they do is but with Thee to dwell; <br />Now while I take from Thee this passing breath, <br />It is but of thy glorious name to tell; <br />Nor words nor measured sounds have I to find, <br />But in them both my soul doth ever flow; <br />They come as viewless as the unseen wind, <br />And tell thy noiseless steps where'er I go; <br />The trees that grow along thy living stream, <br />And from its springs refreshment ever drink, <br />Forever glittering in thy morning beam <br />They bend them o'er the river's grassy brink <br />And as more high and wide their branches grow <br />They look more fair within the depths below.<br /><br />Jones Very<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trees-of-life-2/
