What Will Be Its Fruit? by Delvin Rees Buckner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Apr 11, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 15.

What Will Be Its Fruit?

By Delvin Rees Buckner

THE newly opened, fragile April flower That nods bewildered in the orchard field, Is born into its sphere of life to wield Its tiny mite of influential power For good or ill. There'll come some future hour When all its secret hopes must be unsealed, Th' appointed time when it must duly yield Its treasured fruit — sweet, sound, decayed, or sour. Quite like a blossom is a babe, so frail And weak, a gift a God compassionate Has given man to add unto his joy. With what deep thanks the mother's heart should hail The means that Heaven gives to cultivate Good tendencies within her growing boy!

Cristobal, Canal Zone, Panama.