25. Flowers the more exquisite

               My Lord, Just as the reosebush that is pruned Offers flowers the more exquisite, And the river that is blocked Channels a more daring course, So the brutal rebuffs           Of blind ingratitude      Call forth from You           A brighter Light, broader Smile                And mightier Delight. Fed a year-long diet of futile failure,      Your Life-Tree bursts forth In a profusion of flaming      Fragrance-beauty-blossoms.