Kristian Ostergaard That cause can never be lost nor stayed Which takes the course of what God has made; And is not trusting in walls and towers, But slowly growing from seeds to flowers. Each noble service that has been wrought Was first conceived as a fruitful thought; Each worthy cause with a future glorious By quietly growing becomes victorious. Thereby itself like a tree it shows: That high it reaches, as deep it grows; And when the storms are its branches shaking, It deeper root in the soil is taking. Be then no more by a storm dismayed, For by it the full grown seeds are laid; And though the tree by its might it shatters, What then, if thousands of seeds it scatters? Source: from a Danish hymn, translated by J.C. Aaberg
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 13:19:34 +0000
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