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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 26, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 13.

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To a Vine

By Delwin Rees Buckner

Which Gave Me Comfort in an Hour of Deepest Trial

By Delwin Rees Buckner
Full, never-failing fount of fruitfulness, Regaling rare aroma everywhere Through the unfavored, bleak autumnal air, Vine, marked by maiden modesty, I bless Thee for the train of pensive thoughts which press For covert now within my heart, aware That, missed the inspiration of thy prayer, I should have known my Lord to-day the less. Oft tempest-bruised, still do thy branches twine About the gnarled tho friendly trunk, enticed To let thy tendrils anchor to its bark. And O, as thou dost cling, most favored vine, So closely would I cleave unto my Christ Through this sad, dismal world, ofttimes full dark.