One day, the vine
That clomb on god-s own house
Cried, -I will not
grow

And, -I will
not
grow,-
And, I
will
not grow,-
And,
-I
will not grow,-
So God leaned out his head,
And said:

-You need
not
Then the vine
fluttered its leaves, and cried to all the winds:
-Oh have I not permission from the Lord?
And may I not begin to cease to grow?-
But that wise God had pondered on the vine
Before he made it.
And all the while it laboured not to grow,
It grew; it grew;
And all the time God knew.