By My Fruits
By Bertha A. Kleinman
What shall it count that my ancestral tree
Was planted back a thousand years B.C.,
That sires of mine were proud nobility –
‘Tis fruits – not roots – shall speak at last for me!
What shall it count how deep the roots are graved,
Or yet how high the topmost branch has waved,
That storm and stress the weathered boughs have braved –
‘Tis by my fruits my dynasty is saved.
What shall it count the ages it has grown,
What of the land and clime where it was sown,
This shall it count – my fruits shall make it known
Who buds with Truth the branch that is my own!