Ripened Years

Christians should ripen with the passing years,Mellow and soften, sweet and tender grow,As orchard fruitage mellows on the bough,When autumn breezes laden branches blow.

Fruit may be wind-blown, kissed by sun and rain,Weather the storm blast, greet both shine and shade,Meet spring's gay laughter, summer's radiant smile—Full ripe when autumn's hand is on it laid.

October 1, 1932

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