Poem July 22, 1944 Issue

"By their fruits"

ELOISE HACKETT

Only the greenest fruit still clings to the tree;
The fruit that ripens falls of its own accord.
So, lest my silent gratitude should be
Adjudged unripe, I say, "I thank Thee, Lord."

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