That Cause Can Never Be Lost nor Stayed

That cause can nev­er be lost nor stayed

Which takes the course of what God has made;

And is not trust­ing in walls and tow­ers

But slow­ly grow­ing from seeds to flow­ers.

Each no­ble serv­ice that men have wrought

Was first con­ceived as a fruit­ful thought;

Each wor­thy cause with a fu­ture glo­ri­ous

By qui­et­ly grow­ing be­comes vic­tor­ious.

Thereby it­self like a tree it shows:

That high it reach­es

as deep it grows;

And when the storms are its branch­es shak­ing

It deep­er root in the soil is tak­ing.

Be then no more by a storm dis­mayed

For by it the full grown seeds are laid;

And though the tree by its might it shat­ters

What then

if thou­sands of seeds it scat­ters?