Post by Limity (BLM) on Jan 11, 2020 19:18:14 GMT -5
Observe yon tree in your neighbour's garden. Look how it grows up, crooked and distorted. Some wind scattered the germ from which it sprang, in the clefts of the rock; choked up and walled round by crags and buildings, by Nature and man, its life had been one struggle for the light, - light which makes to that life the necessity and the principle: you see how it has writhed and twisted; how, meeting the barrier in one spot, it has laboured and worked, stem and branches, towards the clear skies at last.
What has preserved it through each disfavor of birth and circumstances, - why are its leaves as green and fair as those of the vine behind you, which, with all its arms, can embrace the open sunshine?
My child, because of the very instinct that impelled the struggle,- because the labour for the light won to the light at length.
What has preserved it through each disfavor of birth and circumstances, - why are its leaves as green and fair as those of the vine behind you, which, with all its arms, can embrace the open sunshine?
My child, because of the very instinct that impelled the struggle,- because the labour for the light won to the light at length.