The tree that didn’t have to fight for sun and sky and air and light but lived out on the open plain and always got its share of rain never became a “forest king”, but lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man that never had to toil the man who never tasted spoil, who never had to win his share of sun, and sky, and light, and air, never became a manly man, but lived a and died where he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease, the stronger the winds, the tougher the trees, the further the sky, the greater the length, the more the storms, the more the strength, by sun and cold and rain and snow.
In “trees or men” good timbers grow, where thickest stands the forest growth, we find the patriarchs of both; who hold a converse with the stars, whose broken branches show many scares, of many winds and much of strive, this is the common law of life.
Let us not get distraught when toile comes, let use put our trust in the lord and become a big strong “tree on or man”.
Proverbs 3:5-6 ¶Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
“let the Gardner do his work”