Upon A Mount There Stood A Tree


Upon a mount there stood a tree,
With golden fruit weighed down;
That three was seen throughout the land,
And great was its renown.
In countless numbers people came,
Some early and some late;
They shook the tree with eager hand,
And of its fruit they ate.

Yet, while so many pluck its fruit,
Now as in days of yore,
The goodly tree no bareness shows,
Nor loses of it lore.
In countless numbers people came,
Some early and some late:
They shook the tree with eager hand,
And of its fruit they ate.

Who knows this tree with golden fruit,
This tree of wondrous fame?
Now let us make a ready guess:
“The Bible” is its name.
In countless numbers people came,
Some early and some late:
They shook the tree with eager hand,
And of its fruit they ate.